Inner Rose

45 minutes it took! 45 minutes to snarl and lambast and take each petty annoyance and "grievious" offense and spread them like slather all over the face of my darling beloved with words like spit upon his face. 5 years into the marriage it was!  And 45 minutes.  I could see the clock. We stood in front of the stove.  Bob, carefully listening, saying not a word. I, steam before my eyes and a flush to my face - letting him HAVE IT! Finally, I wound down and stopped speaking. Arms still not crossed, face not flushed, Bob related calmly to me as he asked, "Are you done?" I said I was.  Embarrassed, chagrined that it was now his time to talk and mine--to listen. "Well, there are things that I don't like about you as well. However, God has shown me that he is not working on those things. So I have chosen not to focus on them. And I would appreciate it if you would do the same thing for me as well." You could have heard a pin drop. And now, y