The CPA and I have been having some ”discussions” lately. We don’t usually have arguments and we’ve never really had a fight, but we do sometimes have some involved “discussions.” They have mostly risen out of, what else, a difference of opinion. I sometimes feel very strongly one way and he feels strongly the other way. That’s what happens when you put two people together who have different backgrounds and experiences.
Not all of the issues we’ve talked about have been monumental. For example, I’ve had my cat for ten years, long before the CPA and I knew each other. What can I say, she’s not trained, she’s independent and fiesty, really she’s just a cat. So I’ve coddled her and I’ve allowed her to be places where she shouldn’t, such as on the bed. And I pay for it too – she leaves tufts of black fur everywhere she goes that I constantly have to clean. But I deal with it because I don’t mind so much. The CPA, on the other hand, has not had a black cat for the past ten years and therefore does not feel the need to baby it and allow it to stay on the bed. Therefore, every day I hear, “Get off the bed, Sophie,” when my husband walks past our room. And every day Sophie runs in terror from this man who dares to tell her what to do.
We’ve talked about the issue several times with the CPA telling me he’d prefer Sophie stay off the bed and with me saying that she’s fine where she is.
The situation is not really that big of a deal, but it’s an example of how we have differences of opinions and sometimes it’s hard to reconcile them. Last night we were having a discussion about something that was a bit more important and meant a lot to both of us. Tempers flared and our voices began to rise. And then, in the middle of his sentence, my husband jumped off the couch as if to leave before turning to look at me. And do you know what he did?
He sat back down. And then he apologized.
That was all I needed to climb down from the little pedestal that I had been on and then I apologized too. And just like that, a conversation that could have easily gotten out of hand, quickly lost its bite. The issue wasn’t resolved and I don’t know if it will be anytime soon, but an argument was avoided and we were able to talk calmly and rationally.
So today I am grateful for a husband who has the maturity and the understanding to know when to give in and when to hold his ground. A husband who can see past our differences and understand that we’re not going to resolve them in one discussion, especially an angry one. And a husband who knows how to say he’s sorry, even if he has no reason to be.
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I’ll inform my older sister as she begs to differ. HA HA! HAPPY FRIDAY!
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