Last night while Q and I were heading to bed, he did something that got me a little teary eyed. I then got angry and locked myself in the bathroom. By now my husband knows that 9/10 times my anger isn't anger at all because I end up getting sad ten seconds later and begin to cry. I am a sad soul as I said multiple times while I was on loopy medicine after I got my wisdom teeth out. Random fact: check. After ten minutes of fighting with my emotions in the bathroom, I came back into the room making sure I ignored Q and making sure we didn't say our companionship prayer. Why do I do it? I'm still learning why. I began to pray and asked that I may learn to swallow my pride. Sometime in the future I thought. I think last night was the first time I swallowed my pride when my pride was actually still there. I then rolled over and told Q I was sorry. He surprised me when he said he was sorry too.
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