Ok… first let me clarify the title of my post.
My husband doesn’t like conflict, specifically conflict with me. If there is an issue at work, he will do what needs to be done. He is a very diplomatic man. Everyone likes him. If he went on Survivor, he would win, or be the first kicked off, because he doesn’t believe in playing games. He’s a straight shooter; he tells it like it is. But then I enter the picture. On the one hand, I feel blessed that there is nothing more my husband enjoys in life than making me happy (Am I bragging here? Maybe… probably.. ok, I am.)
“Do you like this dress?” I could have the ugliest 70’s prom dress on, and if I loved it, he would say he did too. And then secretly laugh at me in the privacy of his home office.
“Hmm… my hair is sort of driving me crazy. Should I cut it short?” I know he likes it when my hair is longer, but he will tell me to do what makes me happy, and then he will tell me it’s pretty when I’m done.
And then, there are the moments when we are arguing.
And again, let me clarify here. I don’t really argue; I fight. If you piss me off, I’m gonna tell you why you did, how you did it, and I’m gonna make sure you KNOW it. Yes, I can be a witch with a capital “B.” I know this, and must admit it does come in handy at times (We finally got the right person on the phone to discuss our horrific Morton’s experience… and we were given a partial refund.), I know that many times I can be… intimidating? Hmm… I don’t know if that’s the right word… scary? I don’t know… I think I scare some people, not my husband, mind you! But I realize I can be intimidating occasionally.
When I’m mad, I’m like a pitbull… my bark is worse than my bite. I yell for a few minutes, maybe some foaming at the mouth, and then it’s cool… we can sit and talk and hash it out.
But, sometimes I get angry… like an evil genius. Everything gets really calm in my head, and that’s saying a lot, as I LOVE chaos. I start to throw out ten dollar words, and I even use them properly! My voice gets lower, no yelling here, and my eyes flash. Or at least that is what I imagine my eyes do (I read too much!).
If I act this way with the kids, they back down. Well, the older boys do. They know they crossed a line, but Roy shuts down.
I am convinced that if I could just record him (a video recording would be even better), Roy would see that he has a ‘tone.’
You know what I’m talking about ladies. Their arms cross, their eyes go blank, and their jaw slackens.
Now, the arm cross I can deal with. I’m pretty expressive when I talk, I flap my arms around, and I think it distracts Roy, so I cross my arms, so that he can’t get distracted by my flapping around. So, if he does it… whatever.
But those eyes… I have waxed poetic about my husband’s beautiful eyes before. When he’s happy, they have this delicious sparkle to them, but when we argue, they go flat, cold… and he doesn’t get that.
Half the time when we 'fight,’ he says nothing. He waits for me to burn out, and then one of two things happen: Eventually, I will say I’m sorry, OR I ignore him until he gets sick of it, and then he will do something cute. I’m a pushover when it comes to my husband.
But occasionally, he will speak up, and he takes this dismissive, condescending tone.
“Yep… hmm… ok, Chris. You got it.”
“Yep… ok… whatever you say, Chris.”
“Ok, Chris. You know it all, right?”
ARRGGGHHH… drives me crazy! And before you know it, we are arguing about whether or not he has a 'tone.’
“There is no tone, Chris.”
“What tone? What is this tone you’re talking about, Chris?”
Yes, he always says my name. Perhaps it’s to remind him who he is talking too. I don’t know, but it drives me nuts.
The original fight is forgotten, and I start looking around for a tape recorder. We don’t have one, so I don’t know what I’m doing!
“I want to tape you. If you could hear yourself, you would see that you have a tone!” I’ll explain.
“Ok, Chris. You know it all, right?” See, he’s jabbing all my buttons.
And NOW, the boys are trying to do the same thing. I’m going to drown in a sea of snotty tones!
See, look at that… just thinking about their tones, and all they imply has made me annoyed… and scattered… and confused….