I said through clenched teeth at my husband, Tom. I had just picked up from the floor his umpteenth pair of dirty, balled-up socks where he left them next to, but not in, the hamper. He looked at me in wide-eyed disbelief.
Every couple does it.
Ruth and Billy Graham, Shirley and James Dobson, you and your husband and me and mine. While we may not be proud of it, our differing points of view can lead to arguments. But arguments can be constructive if you stick to some rules for fighting fair. I broke most of the rules for fighting fair. I manipulated the subject away from myself and my responsibility and piled it all onto him.