I’m told I sometimes have a temper and I push the envelope on occasion. There is usually a good reason for that and yesterday morning was no small exception. Since I’ve moved back up here wonderful wife has gone out of her way to push her own envelope when it comes to patience. My patience that is.
Friday afternoon she informed me via text messaging that she borrowed some money from my checking. I wouldn’t had been so bothered if she had asked but this time she just went ahead and did it, justifying her behavior by telling me she and her mother needed groceries and to help pay some bills. Again, all she had to do was ask.
Rather than confront her, I allowed it to stew inside my brain overnight. In reply I kindly asked her about her son, Terry because before I left, he was giving her money for rent and groceries. I got her reply that told me the opposite was true, that he was using his money to buy drugs, again, rather than be responsible and do the right thing.
I read her reply after getting out of bed and that set off a chain of events that culminated in me cussing and screaming at a box of Kleenex tissue and storming out of my house in a snowstorm, and going to work, forgetting to grab my employee badge and work keys.
Once I realized what I had done, I had to go back to the house I rented and grab those items, which meant clocking out then clocking back in upon my return. My day for all intents and purposes was shot, and I didn’t actually recover until after I got home that evening.
I sometimes wonder how some seemingly rational minded people suddenly go berserk and kill total and innocent strangers in a random fit of rage, but now I can see why such tragedies occur in our society. It comes down to respect and the Golden Rule.