For some reason, this is how it always goes
on days like this. Days like this?
You know the days
that you’re sitting at your desk
at work and you wonder if everything is
going to be ok at home?
Because last night was hell.
It usually starts with someone being tired
or angry because of the day’s stresses
and then the other person has had enough.
Enough of the whining,
enough of feeling the negativity
enough of the bitterness and Snap!
We’re off to the couple’s verbal boxing match!
Words are said.
Walls are built.
Trust is destroyed
and neither one can sleep.
So the fighting continues in bed until someone
blows their top and then there’s silence.
Regret meets the first early riser,
which is usually me,
and I wind up on my knees praying for
a miracle of healing to douse smoldering embers
from the night before.
My heart usually repents and finds peace,
but the day remains to be seen.
Will he text?
Will everything be ok?
Until the next fight,
sure it will. Right?
But the fire is always about the same things
over and over again until someone
accepts the plight that won’t be corrected,
the sin that won’t be repented,
or the pride that won’t be humbled.
Then the pot simmers and slowly dies.
Until the next fight.
