I want to be right. All of the time. Not some of the time. Not a majority of the time. But all of the time.
Growing up, I was usually automatically deemed “right” because I was the eldest of my two siblings. Any argument over the remote control – I won. Any dispute on who said what to whom – I won. Any disagreement on whether it was my turn or my sister’s turn to wash the dishes – I won. I was always right. At least, that is the way I remember things. My siblings may have another view on the matter.
Unfortunately, the institute of marriage does not lend itself well to being right all of the time. There is a whole other human being with a whole other set of views on life (see Lesson #5). There will be disagreements and sometimes that Leading Man of yours will not just want to be right but he may actually be right.
In some ways, I admire those women who defer to their husbands and let them take the lead. It might be easier that way. But for those of you who are anything like me, defering to others is the equivalent of having your teeth pulled. I just really, really, really want things to go the way I want them to go and I just really, really, really prefer to be right.
But slowly and surely I am learning it is okay to not be right all of the time. It is okay to give up and defer to the other person, especially when the other person is right. Not that I am saying he is always right but he is right some of the time and I am learning (albeit pretty darn slowly) that I don’t always have to hold my ground, I don’t have to always be right. Sometimes, it’s okay to be w-r-o-n-g or as I prefer to call it, just not right. Sometimes.