I don’t typically write about fighting with my husband. As I’m sure you’ve figured out, that’s because we never fight.


The other night, Mark had left for work and after I finished putting Annalyn to bed and cleaned up the kitchen, I realized I had a question to ask him. I called him, got voice mail and hung up.

For the rest of the night, I kept my cell phone right next to me, certain he would call back as soon as he could.

He didn’t call.

So, as I started the dishwasher and fed the cats, I called him again. He answered this time, completely unaware that I’d called before.


I’m sure he was telling the truth, that his phone really didn’t ring. But I was already feeling irritated, and I wasn’t about to stop just because Verizon had his back.

We went on to discuss some weekend plans, and I reminded him that I want to scrapbook with my cousins in a couple weeks.

“Okay, that’s fine. If [my nephew] has a football game that day, Annalyn and I will just go to that.”

Fine, whatever . . . wait, WHAT?!?

Immediately, I flashed back a few weeks to a Saturday morning when I got Annalyn and myself ready to go to the same nephew’s football game. The game that Mark said we were going to that day. The Mark that we had seen for less than an hour a day for the past week.

The day when Mark said I had misunderstood – and he didn’t want Annalyn and me to go with him.

He had reasons and they made some sense, so I kept my irritation under control that day. But now he was telling me – basically – that those reasons didn’t exist anymore? Or maybe they never did and he just didn’t want to spend time with us?!?

We bickered back and forth for a few more minutes and then, because my husband drives a large truck in the middle of the night for his job, I said “I love you” and hung up.

Irritated. Annoyed. A little hurt. And tired.

It was time for bed. So I headed back to my bedroom and picked up my {sorely neglected} One Year Bible. I flipped to that day’s reading, skimmed through some depressing Old Testament and landed in the Proverb of the Day.

It’s better to live alone in the corner of an attic
than with a quarrelsome wife in a lovely home.
~ Proverbs 25:24


Yes. It’s possible that I may have been a bit quarrelsome (or, as some translations put it, contentious). Maybe he just didn’t think through his decision before – or his comment tonight. Maybe I could cut him some slack and not overreact for once.

So, I did what I do when I realize I’ve been the jerk. I apologized. Via text. To my truck-driving husband.


Looking back, yes, I see that I should have called to apologize. But like I said, I was tired. And obviously not thinking clearly!

The main point, if we could get back to that, is that I apologized.

I’m assuming he forgave me, as he always does. He didn’t text back. Probably because he knew I’d call and yell at him if he did.

Have you ever gotten into a fight that seemed like a big deal at the time – but not so much later? Have you ever started a fight, only to realize later that you were the jerk?

This post will be linked up to Mama Kat’s Losin’ It, because she’s the smarty pants who helped break me out of today’s writer’s block!


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