I am so angry at him this morning, after our senseless spurt of fighting at 8 a.m. We both leave for work stewing over our prideful sense of self-righteousness, without releasing any words of apology. I, being right of course, solemnly promise myself to carry my bellyache forever, if needed, but not apologize first. During my drive to work, I can’t help but conduct in my head an amateur ping-pong match of the two opposing teams: his good vs. bad points.
Wham! Good quality No. 1: very funny.
He makes me laugh at things, at myself, and at him. He has that amazing ability to take himself seriously but not impose this attitude on others.
Boom! Bad quality No. 1: overly laid-back.
He can switch off his brain and tune out all of the short- and long-term worries that permanently reside in my mind. He can just lose himself in the cushiony softness of his favorite chair, stretch out his long legs, and listen to music or watch sports.