We were driving home. We had spent the last two-and-a-half-weeks together on our honeymoon. The first time ever that we’d spent every waking moment together.
I don’t remember why we were fighting… isn’t that the way it always is?
I know I was tired. I wanted to be home, in our bed. Not travelling any more.
I’m racking my brain, and I still can’t think of how we got to this… but, I remember telling AMP to shut up.
He told me how incredibly rude that phrase was.
That he would never ever tell me to shut up.
That you should respect someone enough to let them speak their mind…
That you should never ever tell someone to shut up…
And some other things that escape my memory at the moment.
I remember crying. I remember being incredibly upset. I remember apologizing.
I remember still being angry… but now chastised.
I remember thinking he was right.
It’s been almost three years, and since then, I can’t bring myself to say those words to anyone. I try to listen when someone speaks, to give them the opportunity to speak.
It’s been three years, and I don’t think I’ve said “Shut up” since.