- 5 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
So every once in a while, we need to kind of laugh/cringe at ourselves and this morning I’m doing just that…
Darling Husband and I had a hell of a spat over a dirty kitchen. Now before everyone goes into a “omg that is so not worth it why would you start a fight about that?” Everyone has their own issues that just get under their skin. A messy kitchen right after I’ve cleaned it and run the dishwasher is my biggest pet peeve and Darling Husband KNOWS it. So last night, not 15 minutes after I cleaned up dinner, Darling Husband jaunts into the kitchen, makes himself a snack and leaves all the dishes all over the counter, a mess of paper towels strewn hap-hazardly all over the kitchen island, half the cabinets open and a splotch of salsa on the counter that was dripping onto the floor. And here’s the straw that broke the camels back… he was making NACHOS and this process required 4 spoons, 2 knives, 3 cups, and 2 dishes. No I am NOT exaggerating.
So I go into the kitchen for a glass of water and snarl angrily at him how ridiculous this is and make a grand show of stomping around and cleaning up the kitchen and what does Darling Husband do? He tells me that I should a.) get over it, and b.) he hates that I dont go through my mail so we’re even.
Ohhhhhh no friend, not even close.
So a screaming match ensues with me shouting at him to stop deviating from the issue at hand and him shouting at me that he doesnt have to because I do things he doesnt like. We get to a point that we are literally screaming over each other and finally, Darling Husband does THE DUMBEST THING he has ever done in a heated argument like this:
He tells me to calm down and shut up.
Enter Tazmanian Devil mode where I throw a supremely violent tantrum which includes calling him a million not nice names and is finalized with me throwing his mail bin (we both have one in the entranceway….) all over the dining room floor. And it happened to have a lugnut wrench in it.
So I’m stomping out of the house to go cool off and I can here Darling Husband gasping in horror, “You… what… YOU JUST SCRATCHED THE FLOOR! HOW COULD YOU SCRATCH THE FLOOR! AND WHY WOULD A MESS MAKE THIS BETTER? YOU MADE A MESS AND YOU SCRATCHED THE FLOOR! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?”
We stayed in separate bedrooms last night, but I already got the “I’m sorry” phone call this morning so now I have to apologize too… I think we’re still annoyed with one another but, such is married life yes? We’ll get over it
We all know marriage can be tough and sometimes, our emotions get the best of us. I’m not proud of my behavior, but hell, sh$# happens and live and learn.
So… now that I’ve spilled my worst fight in recent memory, Bees, what’s your worst fight?