There are days that don’t go so well. Yesterday was one of those days. Greg was supposed to be in a boating class until about 1, so he left the house around 8 am and I settled in to do a few chores, expecting him home for most of the day. Around 11, he texted me that the class was running late – and so was he. By 5:30 I was getting mad. (As it turns out, so was he, but that’s a subject for another blog).
We had planned to have a friend over for dinner. I canceled that and waited. He finally called at 5:45. He was on his way home. He could tell I was seething. He diverted to the store and brought me flowers.
Truthfully, we don’t fight. We talk out our disagreements and rarely – very rarely – even raise our voices. I spent years in a relationship where I was always wrong. I hated arguing because my ex would spend days being angry even when he won the fight. It took me years to get to the point where I could tell Greg when something bothered me. Yesterday was hard.
Greg isn’t very good at groveling and I even told him I wanted him to grovel. He got me ice cream. He let me seethe a bit. He wrapped his arms around me and apologized over and over. My anger abated and I got over it.
I am grateful for his apology, but more than that, I am grateful he lets me be mad and he lets me disagree with him. I’m happy to be able to be happy.
There’s a whole world out there just waiting to be explored. It’s OK to be mad once in a while.
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