Earlier this week, my husband and I got into a pretty big argument. To be honest, I can’t even remember what the argument was about, but I definitely remember how it ended…
My husband stormed out of the house, walking briskly down the street. (This is a usually what he does after we have a fight because he “needs to cool off” before he can come to a compromise and end the fight.) I, on the other hand, don’t like to wait to cool off, and I usually want to hash it all out right then and there.
For whatever reason, this was not the case for me at that particular moment. After my husband left, I put the dogs in their crates, grabbed my car keys and proceeded to drive to a school parking lot close to our house to collect my thoughts and cool off.
It took me all of two minutes to calm myself down once I was there. Unwilling to give in and make the first move in ending the argument by calling my husband (as I usually do), I decided to remain in my secret “time out location” and wait for my husband to call and apologize. (I said I had calmed down, not that I had admitted defeat!)
So I waited. I played a couple of rounds of Zuma on my cell phone and continued watching the clock. After about 30 minutes without a call from my husband, I turned the car on and drove back home.
Interestingly enough, my husband was walking up the drive as I was pulling in with the car. I noticed that he had a strange smile on his face as the two of us walked into the house without speaking.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Even when we try to get away from each other, we’re still together,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I saw you sitting in the parking lot.”
I fiddled with my purse, “Huh? What parking lot?”
“I was laying on the slide on the school playground trying to cool off and collect my thoughts. I saw your car pull up. I saw you playing games on your cell phone, and I saw you leave.” My husband said, laughing.
Damn.
