I have something to share with y'all.
The other day...our 6 month anniversary day to be exact...the hubby and I got into a huge fight. Well, actually I should say that I caused a huge scene. It was...(gulp) definitely my fault. Here's the shameful story:
We had decided to go to a flea market with the FIL on Saturday morning. Our goal time to leave the house was 7 am, which meant that I had to wake up at 5:30 am. I woke up on time and was actually in a pleasant mood. Then, a horrible series of events unfolded:
- My hair would NOT sit right on my head
- I could not find a dress to wear
- My nail polish that I had just painted chipped off
- I was running late
My hubby was actually quite understanding of these horrible events and only once said, "Hey baby, we gotta leave soon." So that's what started my temper... bad hair, no clothes to wear, and chipped nail polish. Then, I started getting hot...like menopause hot. Sweat + already fonky hair = worse temper.
I finally managed to get myself ready to leave (10 minutes late). My hubby was already outside waiting on me. I started walking towards the door to leave and he opened the door, saw me, and then shut it. Right in my face. Y'all...I saw red flashes and lightning bolts and chainsaws. I was SO MAD that he shut the door in my face. I flung that door open and I yelled, "How dare you shut the door in my face!!" I accidentally said a cuss word...and I never ever cuss. Ever. It was shameful.
This was surely what I looked like...via
My hubby must have either: 1) decided it wasn't worth fighting over or 2) seen the fire in my eyes because he just walked over to the truck and opened the door for me. I stomped over to the truck and made a huge ordeal getting in. I think I even threw my purse. When hubby got in, he said, "I thought you were going to set the alarm like you always do, that's why I shut the door."
Y'all know that moment where you realize that you are horribly, absolutely, positively wrong about something?? Yeah, I felt that. My heart sank to my feet. I think I stopped breathing for a second. The last person to leave always sets the alarm. Always. We rode in silence for about 5 minutes. That was as long as I could take it. Then, the tears started falling (from me, duh) and I apologized over and over and over. I was devastated that I had been so mean. My sweet hubby just said, "It's okay, baby, let's move on."
I made sure to give him lots of kissies.
Then, we were back to this...thank goodness!
All of this to say...it happens to the happiest of couples, it happens to the newest of couples, it happens over the most stupid things, and it happens at the most random times. Even though I am truly ashamed of the way I acted, I never want to forget it because I never want to repeat it. I fully believe in the need for arguing/fighting among couples, but it never needs to lead to yelling, calling each other names, cussing, or anything of that nature. Those fights are hard to move on from. I can't believe that I got so mad about something SO stupid.
Lessons learned: hubby is not out to get me. He loves me. : )
Dear sweet hubby, I love you and your easy going nature so much. Sometimes I just don't know how you put up with me. I am so glad that you do though.
Love easily, forgive quickly, speak slowly.