Oh a whim, I decided to get groceries on a Friday evening. My husband got home early from work, so I left our son with him and took our daughter with me.
The grocery store was packed, and my anxious heart was freaking out. I just wanted to ditch my cart and go home. But I was committed.
After a stressful hour of finding and crossing things off my list, we checked out, got buckled up, and instantly my daughter started to scream. She hates riding in the car when it’s dark out.
Kelsey, this was stupid. Why did you think this was a good idea? What’s wrong with you that you can’t even go to the grocery store?
My inner dialogue was quick to condemn me, and then quick to remind me that no one wanted someone who freaks out over the smallest thing.
How does Dylan put up with you? It must be horrible living with you. I bet he’s at home enjoying the peace without your craziness.
And then something clicked.
I bet he’s watching our show on Netflix without me. Why doesn’t he care enough about me to wait? He knows it means a lot to me to be able to watch it together. Why is he so selfish? Why doesn’t he care about me?
At this moment, I had a choice to make. I was about 5 miles outside of town. I could storm in there all angry and accusatory about his presumed selfish Netflix watching, I could pray and let God change my heart, or I could call and sneakily find out what he’s up.
I chose the third.
In case you were wondering, he wasn’t watching our show. He was playing football on his PS3.
Why share all of this? It’s not exactly flattering. But this scenario prompted a post I wrote for my friend, Victoria’s, blog: How One Small Habit Can Impact Your Marriage (for better or worse). I’ve observed enough marriages to know I’m not the only one who struggles with this. So head on over and let’s chat in the comments.