I learned of a small bill of about $22, that my husband some how paid 3 days late and we got a $25 late fee. (I hate late fees! Don’t you?)
At first I was mad. I wanted to make him pay $ for the late fee and send him to “Love Jail” but what would that really accomplish?
He’s only human. He’d feel bad. He’d apologize. I’ve paid stuff late too.
So I’m letting it go.
I’m saying Nada!
After all —> It’s not a recurring event or on-going issue.
—> So I really don’t need to SAY anything or put anybody in jail.
Because if HE goes to JAIL, my innocent self goes to JAIL too.
We both suffer.
#TRUTH (one more time y’all.)
The interesting part is that as I was mulling this late-fee over, and saying nothing, he asked me, “Is everything okay? You seem like something is up.”
HE COULD SENSE IT IN MY VIBE.
In that moment, I could have said ‘something’ but I instead decided to turn my words into love.
I said, “Feels so sweet to be asked. I’m working through a small thing in my mind right now. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right back.”
I went to the kitchen, had a glass of water (maybe it was wine) and thought about how just today he had mowed and mowed the yard. He moved heavy branches from the porch area and even made a VOLUNTARY Starbucks run earlier.
He doesn’t HAVE TO do any of those nice things for me, but he does.
And I didn’t need to speak any words that were going
to put either of us in LOVE JAIL.
So I kept my mouth shut and returned to my spot on the sofa.
My energy was now focused on gratitude, and he sensed my warm VIBE.
I was soon scooped up and cuddled – the hell with late fees.