It’s in my blood. It’s just my personality. I promise. I have tried to change it. I want to be loving and accepting. I want to believe that other people can be right when they don’t agree with me.
But the problem is …
And more specifically …
Don’t get me wrong.
My husband is amazing. He’s kind, loving, and never argues with me.
Which is why I feel a little guilty claiming I’m always right.
In a relationship class we go to each Sunday, we talked about this woman who was so upset at her husband for peeling and eating an grapefruit wrong. He ate it like an apple. And she was disgusted and couldn’t believe he could do such a thing. I laughed at the story but then realized I’m the exact same way.
I can’t stand when my husband washes the dishes “wrong,” or when he prepares food “wrong,” or when he takes care of our dog “wrong.” It’s an obsessive habit to fix all of his “wrong” ways of doing things. And it’s spread to my children. I even see my daughter fixing her brother or my husband when they do things “wrong.”
It’s getting bad. It’s like a bad disease spreading in our house.
For the last few years I have tried hard to pick my battles. Of course I want to win and be right but sometimes I just have to admit when I’m wrong so one time when it really counts and I really won, well, I can really rub it in his face. … I mean, I can just be right and know it on the inside and feel really good about myself.
And until I’m a better, more kind, more loving wife …