It's More Than Sex and Communication

I am not sure quite what happened. Maybe you can help me out.

We were scheduled to be ushers at church today. Last night, Ty laid out his clothes to wear. And then he went and spent the night in the church for program we have working with the homeless.
Me, I looked in the closet, so the dress I wanted to wear. I made sure it wasn't wrinkled. And stopped worrying about it.

Ty came home and I got up and started to get ready to go. Showered, fixed my hair. I was putting on my make-up, Ty is  giving me a lecture about how messy my closet was and how can I find anything, and how this person always knows where everything is and blah, blah, blah. Not really wanting to hear this same old lecture again, I shut the bathroom door so I didn't have to listen to him. When I finished putting on my make-up, I came out of the bathroom, he was not in the room. Phew!

So I started getting dressed, put on my slip and stuff and then I took my dress and went to put it on. Did I tell you how much weight I have gained during my depression a while ago and didn't lose. Well, guess what, the dress was way too tight. Kind of looked like the dress was going to rip open if I
breathed. Ty walks in and started saying something about my slip showing and I barked at him, "it's not the slip that is the problem, it's the dress". And being the smart husband that he is, he tells me that it looks fine and we are going to be late if I don't hurry. I ask my daughter what she thinks and she says that it is way too tight. So now I am panic mode. Ty comes in and starts lecturing me again about being ready the night before and blah, blah, blah. I told him, and not nicely, that I didn't need his constant "I told you so's". I started pulling out my dresses and trying them on. I don't have a lot of dresses. I usually wear jeans or shorts and t-shirts/sweat shirts. So it doesn't take me long to realize that the few dresses that I do own aren't working either.

So now I am getting my kids telling me that we are going to be late, and I need to hurry. I am yelling at them now, I am hurrying, nothing is fitting, I tell them to just tell your dad I am not going and he can find someone at church to take my place. I am just freaking out. Ty comes back to the bedroom, and I start half crying and half screaming at him that I am too fat and my clothes don't fit and he just keeps stressing me out and whatever hysterical stuff. He gave me hug and told me that he loved me and that I was beautiful. No, you read that correctly, he told me he loved me and that I was beautiful. And then he left.

I throw on some shorts and a t-shirt and start cleaning out my clothes. I bag up all the clothes that I wish that I would fit into but are about 3 sizes to small. I throw out my ratty clothes I lined my

drawers and went thorough my bras, panties, socks and lingerie. I take a second and I see I have a text. From Ty "I love you" . Oh my God, is he setting me up or he is this wonderful?

I am feeling horrible. Why is he being so nice when I have just been such a witch?

Ty returns from church and he is telling me about the sermon and how so and so helped him out filling my spot. He is acting like nothing has happened.

He is checking out the work I have done. Looking at the lingerie, he asks me why I am throwing this or that out. I told him that it didn't fit. He found something that he really likes and told me to put it on. And then he starts kissing on me and lays me down on the bed. How do I say this without saying
too much..... okay he used his magic tongue and had me rolling over and over till I couldn't take anymore, I am shaking. He tells me how much he loves me (again) and how he loves women that have curves. etc.

I am thinking to myself, "what is going on"? I finally ask him why he is being so nice to me and why he isn't upset with me. He tells me that he isn't upset with my hysterics but he is really disappointed that I wasn't listening to him about getting organized and planning ahead. If I did as he told me, I wouldn't have had my screaming episode. He tells me that he has been asking me to go shopping and buy new clothes. All of this could have been avoided. There will be a consequence for that and he expects me to finish
cleaning out my closet and bedroom.

He turns on the T.V. and turns on the Giants game, he tells me that we missed the first inning and what the score was. All like everything is normal. He said that he was going to go out and make some new paddles. We had talked last night about new shapes and he had bought some new and different types of wood. 

Maybe this is part of the punishment. Me sitting here feeling horrible about my behavior and freaking out over his behavior.

I writing all of this done when Ty comes into the bedroom and asks me what I am doing. Obviously I am not cleaning. I told him I was blogging. You know what he does, he twlls me that he is hungry. I just up to make him lunch and he says he already made it and he just wants me to eat with him.

I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP.  
Yes there will be some consequence. But nothing can compare to the love, kindness and compassion Ty has shown me today. I have always know how lucky I am to be Ty's wife and best friend, even soul mate.
But this is above and beyond.