In marriage, some days are of course better than others. Sometimes, like anyone, we are annoying to each other, and sometimes, we get annoyed.
One time, we were in the kitchen and I was making dinner and he told me I was cutting the carrots wrong. Then he showed me his way of doing it and to me, it didn’t seem any better.
I was a little bothered by his thinking I needed help but I knew that I shouldn’t be, so I didn’t say anything.
That is my first strategy for dealing with annoyace, and most of the time, it works pretty well.
But not always.
A little later, when we were eating, he said, “So, have you been remembering to fill the ice cube trays? It seemed like they were empty when I checked.”
“I always fill the ice cube trays.” I said. I didn’t say it in a nice way.
“They are not filled now,” he said.
I got up and looked and he was right. They were not filled.
But they were mostly filled.
Later that night, lying in bed, I thought, I was wrong to get annoyed. If he wants more ice, I will give him more ice. What’s the big deal?
We’re in love.