a tail of karma
It’s funny how things can be really awful one day, and back to normal the next, without a single word spoken about the problems that made things bad to begin with.
Today was like that for me.
It was really a great day. And if not for the shadow of the past two days hanging over it, I would have been delighted. But I just couldn’t shake that feeling that I was due an apology—one that I knew I wouldn’t get. Why? Because for some reason men—my husband in particular—have a very hard time saying, “I’m sorry.”
I’m not saying men never say, “I’m sorry,” I’m just saying it’s not as frequently as they probably should. And I’m not making this up as I go along, I am basing my assumption on past experiences with the wide range of men I have encountered in my life.
So what I really want to know is this…is it considered some kind of failure to admit they have made a mistake? Or is it something else? Come on guys, explain yourselves! Are we supposed to “assume” the apology has been given by your new friendly demeanor? It certainly seems as if that is the rule. My husband may not give an actual apology, but he will suddenly behave as if nothing happened at all. I admit, it’s nice—I like feeling like I’m back in his good graces—but I’m not ready to let it drop until he falls on his sword.
What happened to chivalry?
I suppose I should just let it go, move on, be the bigger person…and I probably will…but not before I’m ready.
I think I might be ready now.
After all, once karma has a chance to put things back in balance there isn’t much need to sulk about things anymore. And the best part about karma is it’s out of your hands. I didn’t have to do anything to set things straight. I wasn’t even in the room when it happened.
Karma by dog tail is a pretty harsh punishment. Especially when Indiana Jones has one of the most muscular tails I have ever seen, and as it happens, it swings at right about the same height as Mike’s groin.
I did feel bad. How could I not? It sounded painful. And now I feel like somehow we’re even. But I think next time he should just apologize. It might hurt a little bit less.
Until the next time…I’ll be enjoying the rest of my weekend now that balance has been restored to the universe.