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I got in a fight with my husband last night

Not a small fight, a big one.

The kind where you say things you will regret later.

The kind where your voice shrieks and you know you look crazy.

And then you’re embarrassed, but you don’t know how to stop barrel rolling.

I ate my dinner in tears and then cleaned.

That’s what I do when I’m out of control.

I control everything I can.

So I scrubbed pots and pans.

I wiped counters and I prayed.

I tried to figure out why I had snapped.

Rarely are we ever mad about the thing we have gone mad over.

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And then he came.

He grabbed my waist and put his hands over mine in dirty sink water.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I don’t know what happened.”

And I couldn’t believe what was happening.

He was apologizing for what I had done.

He spoke first when I had yelled last.

I gave him my worst side and he put out his best hand.

And I hope I always remember last night.

I hope I never forget what it feels like to have someone apologize for your mistake.

I want to speak first when he yells last.

I want to give him my best hand after he shows me his worst.

Because everyone needs someone to stop keeping score.

This article originally appeared on Facebook

Dr. Heather Thompson Day

Dr. Heather Thompson Day is an interdenominational speaker and contributor for Religion News Service, Newsweek and the Barna Group. She is also an Associate Professor of Communication at Colorado Christian University. She is passionate about supporting women, and runs an online community called I’m That Wife which has over 100k followers. Heather has been interviewed by BBC Radio Live, and believes her calling is to stand in the gaps of our churches for young people. She is the author of 6 books; including Confessions of a Christian Wife and How to Feed the Mediavore. She resides in Lakewood, Colorado with her husband, Pastor Seth Day, and their three children, London, Hudson, and Sawyer Day.

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