Sometimes I get mad at R for things. Like he didn’t walk home with me, even though he finished his run just 30 seconds before I did. Did I call out or run to catch up with him? No. Was I still irritated? Yes.
But then I talk to my friend A. And I love A. And she loves her husband L. But the man picks her apart and puts all his insecurities onto her. He is sure she is sleeping with or wants to sleep with every male human being with whom she comes into contact. They’ve been married 20 years and as far as he or I know she hasn’t slept with anyone but him. But he still expects her to cheat on him. And he often is ugly to her because of it.
It made me count my blessings.
R is always at the top of that list.