me: thanks for making me finally talk...
bryan: i knew that's what you were waiting on. i just let you simmer over there for a good 15 minutes because i knew you weren't going to be the first one to speak.
me: haha! at one point i thought i heard you snoring and i was getting so mad thinking that you fell asleep without making me tell you what was wrong.
bryan: what?! you rolled over and were absolutely silent at 11 at night and you would've been mad if i had fallen asleep?
me: oh, yeah. i was getting mad already just thinking you had fallen asleep.
bryan: you crazy, boo.
me: i know. i think it's ingrained in my woman DNA.
bryan: it's a little ridiculous to me that you will simmer and stew in silence for however long it takes for me to ask you what is wrong, but when i finally ask you, your response is, "nothing. i don't know. nothing." and then it takes about another 15 minutes to get to the root of the anger.
me: i know. i agree, it is weird.
bryan: then why do you do it? can't you just tell me why you are buttsin' me and get it over with?
me: i could, but for some reason i get some kind of sadistic pleasure from the silent treatment.
this conversation took place a few weeks ago in our bed at about 11:30 p.m. on a night when my husband should've been sleeping because he had to get up at 5:30 the next morning to go to work and provide for his ridiculous wife and adorable children. instead of getting his needed sleep, he was patiently waiting for me to be ready to resolve our conflict. i honestly cannot remember why i was angry. that tells you how important the issue apparently was.
i share this to highlight the craziness my sweet husb has to endure in our marriage and how awesome he is for handling it with such laughter and grace. i share this to remind myself and other wifeys how ineffective, silly, and truly sadistic the silent treatment is. i share this to encourage myself to love my blessing of a husb better by not buttsin' him with silence.
also, to remind myself to resolve conflict as quickly as possible so the husb and i can have fun making out.
i mean, up. making up.