What started as a small argument between my husband and me quickly spiraled into a storm of harsh words. When the house finally fell silent, we retreated to separate rooms — too angry to speak, too unsettled to sleep. Alone in the dark, I replayed every cutting phrase, each one heavier than the last.
I knew neither of us truly meant those words, but pride and pain stood between us. Hours dragged on, until I heard slow footsteps cross the floor.
It was him, silent but close. He paused, then whispered softly: “I love you. I’m sorry.”
That quiet apology shattered the distance between us. Tears slipped down my cheeks as love and regret replaced anger. I realized then: love isn’t about winning fights — it’s about coming back to each other.
By morning, I found him making coffee. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him and said the words he’d given me: “I love you too. I’m sorry.”
That moment reminded me: marriage isn’t about avoiding arguments — it’s about returning to each other, again and again, with love.