How often do we snap at our loved ones when something completely unrelated to them has angered, hurt or disappointed us?
I pulled that the other night.
I pulled that the other night.
I had a particularly difficult day at work, and consequently, I’d come home feeling raw. The Man and I ate dinner. Around 8 PM, I went to lie down in the bedroom. The phone rang (one of his old friends), I set Innervisions by Stevie Wonder very low on my iPod and soon feel asleep.
I woke to “Living for the City,” and a kiss on the cheek from The Man.
I grumbled, “You woke me up.”
I woke to “Living for the City,” and a kiss on the cheek from The Man.
I grumbled, “You woke me up.”
Surprised, he said, “I’m sorry.”
I pouted the rest of the evening.
A little past our normal bedtime, The Man came up behind me as I sat at my office desk. “Well, I’m going to bed.” he said quietly, and then he kissed me on the shoulder. I said "OK" flatly, but didn’t turn around.
After a few minutes, I realized that I was being a jerk. I walked into the bedroom, leaned against my dresser and sighed. “I’m not sleepy now. You woke me up earlier.”
He laughed. “I know … you told me that.”
I smiled, apologetically “Sorry for being grumpy. I’m not upset with you.”
“I know.”
“It was a rough day at work…”
“I figured.”
"I just wanted to go to sleep and escape the day." Then I vented a bit about the earlier trials and the resulting anger, hurt, and disappointment. He listened; he just listened quietly.
At the end of my monologue, I said, “I’m sorry. I really try to keep work at work. Thank you for listening to me.”
“That’s why I’m here.” He smiled.
“You are so important to me.”
“I know.”
I can walk around grumpy, and this is what I get:
As I am leaving for work in the mornings: “You look so cute today.”
When I come home from work, a tight hug and a beaming smile: “This is the best part of my day.”
Absolutely anytime at all, a deep look into my eye: “You’re my sunshine.”
"You're My Best Friend" Queen
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