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Making Choices

My decisions all seem to boil down to “should I stay or should I go?” or “should I get them in black or leopard print?”

I’m sitting here in the dark, thinking about some of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

I’ve had to make some touch choices in my life. Do I stay in a bad marriage or do I become a single mother? Do I stay at a bad job or do I quit, even though I don’t have another job lined up? Do I stay in a cramped apartment or do I buy a house and go into debt for the rest of my life? Do I buy these awesome shoes or do I buy these awesome shoes?

Some choices are easier than others.

Jepeto has a bad habit. A really bad habit. One that has called our whole relationship into question. I have tried to be supportive. I have tried tough love. I have tried ignoring it. I have tried compensating for it. Nothing seems to make a difference.

He leaves the lights on in every room of our home, no matter what I do.

The other day, I finally lost my temper.

N. – “Why?! Why do you have to leave every fucking light on?! Have you seen the fucking electricity bill this month?!”

J. – “Because.”

N. – “!#%&”

J. – “Whaaaaat?!”

N. – “Can you PUHLEEZE turn off the fucking lights when you leave a room?!?”

J. – “No.”

N. – “!#%$& $#%!! *^&%$!!!”

J. – “Look, you have a choice. You can control the lights, or you can blow me.”

I’m sitting here in the dark, thinking about some of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

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