A few nights ago, Adam was three hours late coming home. He didn’t call. He didn’t e-mail. He didn’t text. So I sat at home getting more and more worried. When he walked through the door, I was overwhelmed by gratitude and relief. But if I was so happy to see him, why was my first instinct to start a huge fight?
In relationships, some things really should make us angry—but not everything. A husband who rarely takes nights out with friends, and who loaned me his smartphone, probably doesn’t deserve my wrath. These are the lessons I learned that night about choosing not to start an argument.
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