My husband and I had an incredibly silly fight over a missing bolt for our granddaughter's adaronack chair at the cabin. I had put it in my purse, so we could get another one the same size, and somehow it fell out when I was taking things in and out of my purse. My husband was mad, I got mad, we yelled, we didn't speak, we calmed down, we became reasonable. There definitely may be more of this ahead, as he's home and we have the luxury of blowing up little things. I hope not. Marriage is filled with little irritations, annoyance at habits, and the tipping point over small, inconsequential details. We're pretty good at behaving well. We never call each other names, or cross certain big, important lines, but we are two human beings in one house, and it's just plain tricky.
Now I have a retreat, so we get some space from each other, and we will appreciate each other more, so neither of us is really worried. We know how to retreat to fight another day. We call each other on stuff, and the other listens. We treat each other with respect, and with the understanding that our base is steady and true.
But I wish he'd stop rattling his change in his pocket and he probably wishes I'd give him a break and not talk so much on the phone. In other words, we know just how to irritate each other.
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