I really hate it when we argue. We both have this ability to put a really sharp edge on our tongues. We don't say hateful things to each other, we just.. get snippy and sarcastic. And I hate it.
You would think after 21 years, we would manage not to feed off of each other's bad moods. Tonight it started with his bad mood, and I responded in kind, and next thing we knew, he's stomping to lay down on the couch, and I'm up for the rest of the night unable to sleep, so I rescheduled my doctor appointment which was later this after noon, for a week from now, because no way I'll be able to stay awake long enough to get to my 4PM appointment, but I'm not going to be able to sleep for hours yet.
We've already apologized to each other, and he's back in bed where he belongs. Our arguments never last more than 15 or 20 minutes. They flare up fast, and they die down fast. But man, they suck when they happen.
My old neighbor in California, Adeline, told me that in 42 years of marriage, she and her husband, Art, had NEVER argued or fought or even disagreed.
I wish I knew THAT trick.
I look at the life we have built, the kids we have raised, the many many MANY trials and joys we have weathered, and I know that even with the occasional spat, I would not trade this man for the world.
But earlier tonight, I would have gladly strangled him.
No comments:
Post a Comment
All comments are moderated before being approved. Trolls and spammers are not welcome and will not be approved. STRAIGHT to the trash with you! Anonymous comments are okay, unless troll shit. Trolls, go to hell.