Spousal Stuff

Sunday night
My wife asks me to open a bottle of wine
She always asks me
I oblige without comment
Last night she does commentary  
Says she's too short to get leverage on the bottle
You're tall she says it's easier for you
I agree and make some comment about how easy it is
She exploides and goes on a verbal attack
Something about how I am demeaning her
I'm blown away because we hardly ever argue
Maybe 3 or 4 times a year
Though border skirmishes are frequent
 
This time I say nothing
Retreat to the living room
Eat some food
Drink a mini Corona
Rest of the evening I stay silent
Hard to do for me
I'm a wordy fuck
I'm baffled by her outburst
There's nothing however to say
She's short
I'm tall
I'm American
She's UK
Facts of life
 
Later on her mood lifts
A friend calls and we both talk to her
The air becomes calmer inside
A couple of light moments
Things seem back to normal
We go to bed  
I'm thinking about that bottle of wine
Next time no comments
Spousal Stuff
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