"Are you doing your Bible study?" It started 10 minutes ago.
"Hey, you got food in the microwave." Yeah. It's corn. (I never got any)
"Are you eating dinner with us?" You can't see the laptop in my hands?
I lost it.
He was hurt. I stomped off to Bible study in my she shed, and after he ate, he went to his garage.
We talked about Exodus 3 and 4 about Moses in the water, in Pharoah's court, and near Mt. Sinai.
After sunset, we both went out on a bike ride. We talked the way there and the mood was lighter. He wanted to show me a cool new way through the neighborhood and something cool at the park.
We got to the park and stopped to rest and talk at the picnic tables.
We hashed out our feelings.
He wanted the home to be a sanctuary. He had had a bad day and came home to me mad.
I just wanted him to ask, "how can I help?"
We couldn't agree on how to feel, and he said, "ok. Well. Guess we better go home."
No resolution. Bitter words. A stab in the throat.
I don't think he processes conflict as fast as me. I know he'll be better tomorrow, but today, it will take him hours to process.
He wanted to show me the cool picnic spot, but it got ruined.
We rode home in silence. Got ready for bed avoiding each other.
I went to my mental happy place... a closet.
Considered "Can't Take the Pain" by Third Day as I let the shower wash away everything. Will consider it more.
