Or should I just ignore him. Repressing anger wasn’t good so I kept looking to acknowledge any of that.
Or I could be furious with my husband and be surly and nasty when I got home.
I knew my husband would have forgotten all about the sugar “incident” by then. His anger was always a flash in the pan, quickly started and quickly over. I could just set the whole thing aside, couldn’t I, and use forbearance? A word out of fashion in today’s world. I didn’t really feel threatened or unable to take care of myself. Just how did I want to take care of myself was the question.
We’re all adults? Not really. We’re all children of the universe bumbling and struggling along a little narrow path of togetherness. Sometimes we can make space for one another’s flaws. Forbearance is a great word.