The title sounds rather flip, but for some reason, I'm going with it...
The other day, the Mrs and I were on our way to the bookstore. While driving along, the topic of our getting into swinging came up again (brought up by me) Well, we still have yet to jump in, but we had sent an e-mail to a local on-premise doing an open house (no play obviously) in a couple weeks. I don't even know what I said to start this, but I made probably the dumbest, stupidest statement I could have made.
"I'd want to put my foot down and say we still go to the open house."
This after I've been telling the Mrs that we're going at *her* pace, and sticking with *her* comfort level. Needless to say, she was (quite rightly) irritated at me, as well as (worse) hurt. I can deal with her being peeved / mad at me, that happens. I hate when I hurt her for any reason.
We did discuss what happened, and she is no longer mad / hurt (she says) But, she asked if I was going to post the story, and I've decided too, partly just to get it off my chest.
Thanks for listening, to anyone who got through this...
Mr.