Yesterday, I came home from a long ass day of work and my internship. As I pulled in the parking lot, I called my boyfriend down to come out and help me take 2 cases of water into our apartment. When he came outside, he barely looked my way. I thought to myself “ok” and I continued on up the stairs, into our apartment. Once he got in, he put the water down, plopped on the couch and continued whatever he was doing before I called him outside.
I went over to give him my usual “I’m home” kiss, and I barely received a peck! WTH?! So I asked, “whats wrong with you?” He doesn’t even look up at me, as he shakes his head an says “nothing”. I stand there, giving him the eyeball, cause I don’t believe him. He looks up at me with a scrunched up face and says “what?!”.
WELP! Thats my que! Ain’t gotta tell me twice. I walked my happy tail to the bedroom, took a shower, climbed in my damn bed, and switched the TV to Dexter. Whatever is going on with him tonight, is just that. I’m good. So I figured he had some kinda secret attitude, which made me catch one, lol. But after about an hour, he turned off everything in the living room, climbed in bed, snuggled up next to me and fell asleep. I still don’t know what was really wrong, and because he no longer seemed to be worried about it, I figured there was nothing else to have a ‘tude about. So I just let it go….
Lesson: Not every battle has to be fought in a spousal relationship. Just let it go.