"Home Alone" was released in 1990 and they paid $122.50 for 10 pizzas. I just tried to order 10 pizzas just to see the cost. It's was $122.29... No inflation on large pizzas
My wife and I have been married for years.
I have never raised my voice at her.
Not once.
Until last weekend.
We were at a close friend's place, He'd just moved out of state and was showing me around his new home.
At some point he brought out a firearm he'd recently purchased.
I checked it myself before touching it, Cleared it, Handled it properly.
My wife walked in from another room.
He handed it to her.
She took it.
And pointed it at my face.
What came out of my mouth in that moment was not calm.
It was not gentle.
It was the kind of reaction that comes from somewhere deeper than thought.
I knocked the barrel down and said something I won't repeat word for word.
She handed it back and walked straight out.
The drive home was the quietest forty minutes of our marriage.
She told me later that I humiliated her. That I spoke to her like she was beneath me.
I told her I spoke to her like a man who just had a gun pointed at his face by someone who never checked if it was loaded.
We've been going around this same circle for days.
She thinks my reaction was the problem.
I think her action was.
I love my wife more than anything.
But I keep thinking about what happens in the version of that moment where I don't knock the barrel down in time.
I can't unfeel that.
My teen daughter is spending more time in her room and less time on the couch with her family, and it's hard. So, last night I knocked on her door and brought in some snacks. I sat down on her bed beside her and we talked for an hour about her weekend and Netflix and what she had coming up in school. And before I wore out my welcome, I gathered our trash and left--but I felt so good about that time we spent togteher.
It reminded me again to meet our teens where they are at, not where we want them to be.
Can't wait till weed is legal and Soccer Moms ruin it with pillows that say things like "it's pot o' clock" and
"don't talk to me until I've had my lound.