“Can you please get Elias’s shoes on and teeth brushed,” I snapped at my husband, Matthew.
It had been one of those mornings where everything was taking longer than it should and we were late.
Matthew turned out of the kitchen, shaking his head.
“What? Babe, I didn’t mean to snap. We are just late. I have a meeting. We need to go.”
“You just don’t hear yourself, Baby. I know you don’t mean it, but it really hurts my feelings when you talk to me in that tone of voice.”
“I’m sorry, hon. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better.”
My tone has always been something I have had to work on.
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