On the way to a county wedding out of town, he is driving because she took too long to get ready and now they are running late.
Her. [Great, he’s lost again for the hundredth time. He won’t stop and ask for directions and now I’m going to miss the processional after all that hard work on the flowers. See he doesn’t really care about what I do. Oh no, what is he wearing? He doesn’t really think that tie matches, does he?] “Honey, I don’t recognize this way.”
Him. [Gosh why can’t she just shut up, I’m tired of being talked to like a two year old.] “I’m going the way the GPS told me to go.”
Her. [Stupid GPS, doesn’t he know by now that it can’t be trusted? Why can’t he just use some common sense for a change and follow the directions my Aunt gave us. She went out of her way on a very busy day to send us special directions and now I’ll have to tell her that she wasted her time.] “I don’t think this is the way my Aunt recommended.”
Him. [Your Aunt, whatever, I got this.] “Look I’m going the best possible way.”
Her. [He always does this when it’s an event for my side of the family. But if it was his side of the family, everything would be different. Well, at least I won’t have to put up with his father making obnoxious jokes and his mother in her clown painted face make-up at this wedding. Now I’m going to have to listen to my father say yet again just how many minutes we were late.] “Well then don’t blame me if we get lost.”
Him. [OMG, this woman is going to drive me insane!] “I’m not lost; I waited patiently for 15 minutes while you got ready.”
Her. [Patience, he calls stomping, ranting, and honking the horn patience! I’ll give him patience. Try waiting for that stupid closet door to get fixed over the last year or how about cleaning out the garage. He hasn’t done that in about five years and I haven’t mentioned it in six months. Now that’s patience, waiting for 15 minutes so that I can look good for him is nothing and it’s obvious that he doesn’t even appreciate all my hard work.] “Look there’s a gas station. Do you want me to ask for directions?”
Him. [You have got to be kidding me. I know where I am going!] “Just a little bit further.”
Where is this going? Often in a marriage there are two perspectives in a situation and coming to an understanding of the other person’s point of view can be a challenging process especially when what is thought is often not what is said. It’s kind of like shooting at a moving target, just when you think have your aim, the target moves. Let’s explore how each spouse could have better handled the situation before, during and after.
Before. Instead of fuming during her 15 minute delay, he could have taken the time to preprogram the GPS and compare the directions with her Aunt’s. Then he could have called Aunt Betsy to answer the discrepancies prior to leaving. She could have planned on being ready 15 minutes earlier instead of later by setting the time of departure 30 minutes in advance. A wedding should be a fun event so with a little planning ahead of time, departing won’t be so stressful.
During. Instead of projecting blame on each other, they could have taken responsibility for their own part in the delay. He could have examined other options such as calling the Aunt while driving instead of insisting on driving on and being prideful. She should not call her Aunt however, because such a move can leave him feeling invalidated. Rather, she needs to find her happy place and keep her mouth shut.
After. Arriving at a wedding after a heated argument is not the best way to greet a newly married couple. Once harsh words are thought and spoken, the face will betray the mind and tensions will continue to rise. Instead, before you step out of the car, take a moment to visualize the argument being left at the scene of the crime which is in the car. Do not take it inside! Consider the wedding to be a timeout of sorts or a healthy distraction, you can return to the argument when you return to the car. You just might find that by the end of the wedding, most will be forgotten and the rest should be forgiven.