Sitting at the table of smiling, chatting women, it was hard not to cry. It was our first year of marriage, and my husband and I were stuck in one of those painful, hurt arguments where I was silent on the outside, but screaming on the inside. And then, 7pm arrived most inconveniently and it was time…
Let’s start with hot sauce, shall we? If the question arose in the aisles of Harris Teeter whether we should buy Texas Pete’s or Frank’s Red Hot, my husband Ted quickly answered, “Both/and.” After all, you could never have too much hot sauce, right? Right. It didn’t take long for me to realize that Ted…
It’s a scene that has happened more than once around my house. Feeling tired, I get snippy with my husband James. I give short answers and huff and puff about the smallest inconveniences. If this general irritability persists for more than ten minutes, James will say these magic words: You need to take a nap….
