When things get tense in my marriage and my husband uses the wrong tone, I don’t yell.
I don’t collapse into tears.
And I certainly don’t chase him into emotional awareness.
Instead, I choose myself.
Rather than meet his frustration with more frustration, I step away, with intention.
I shower, get dressed, slip on heels, apply my favorite fragrance, and step out the door.
Not to cheat.
But to change my view and clear my head.
Space Doesn’t Mean Separation
I believe in commitment and honor my vows.
And no, I don’t walk out every time we disagree.
But I also don’t sit in sadness, waiting for him to regulate my mood.
I give myself room to breathe.
I take a walk into the world and remember who I am beyond the argument.
Instead of Breaking Down, I Pour In
Some women scream. Others shut down.
I recalibrate.
I book myself a massage.
Treat myself to lunch.
And might wander around Sephora or aimlessly stroll through Target.
Sometimes, I grab a solo table at the place I love.
And just allow myself to breathe through it.
Because even while holding space for my marriage, I must still hold space for me.
I don’t have time to sulk, play emotional games, or shrink when my partner falls short.
I lean into the energy I’ve always carried: soft, steady, and undeniable.
Is that pride?
For me, it’s a gentle, necessary reminder that I was whole before the argument, and I’ll be after it.