Nosy folks often ask if my wife and I ever fight. We don’t
argue or yell; we may disagree from time to time and being that we’re both
stubborn, spend an hour or two in our separate corners. However, we both
realize that we didn’t get married to waste minutes with petty arguments or
overblown fights, so those moments are far and few between. But, they happen. A
couple of weeks ago we both got beneath the other’s skin and spent some time in
silence, but I still made her lunch for the next day and she prepared my side of
the bed the way I like it.
We’re adults. We can take the time to blow off some steam
and discuss what the issue is or was, or even just let it blow by, because
usually it’s just me overreacting. When you really sit down to look at life,
you realize that New Year’s Eve seems like it was last week and Valentine’s Day
yesterday, so time is going much too fast to spend angry, upset or forgetting
how to smile. When I say I’m sorry, I really mean it, because I don’t like not
kissing my wife before she goes to bed or sleeping without her encroaching on my
side of the bed. That’s what you miss when you’re in the throes of a fight, the
little things.
Pretty soon those little things become dinner for one and
nights on the couch, while those moments that were few and far between, become
the way of life. We’ve all seen it and I don’t think any of us want that, but
the choices we make don’t necessarily call for anything different. I don’t know
about you, but I’ve had my share days of unhappiness and loneliness to spend
any more time on the wrong side of right. So baby, I’m sorry for things I haven’t
said yet and attitudes beyond our sight; I don’t want to waste any more time that
could be used loving you.
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