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Something to Believe In
When I woke up this morning on my 11th wedding anniversary, I never expected to spend half the day in a hardware store. Missing Charlie’s soccer game, a parent texted, ‘Is Charlie coming?’ Rushing Charlie out of bed, we sped off. Meanwhile, on our anniversary, Bryan sneaked to Save Mart for a card, leaving his phone at home.
How many rocks can you carry—before you break your own back?
The last time my husband and I had a moment of contention, I couldn’t pinpoint the issue, but I sensed something wrong. After sixteen years, I stopped wanting to win, knowing it meant we’d both lose. We semi-argued over something invisible, using innuendos and zingers to convey we wouldn’t yield. I realized this wasn’t about today but about a thousand yesterdays.