I’ll Let You Know When I’m Ready To Get Off The Phone

I was chatting over the phone with my wife, Mel, while at work. I was mostly speaking in, “yeah,” and “okay” not giving her my full attention. Then I said something to the tune of, ell… I better go” and she cut me off with, “I’ll let you know when I’m ready to get off the phone.”

We’ve been married for almost 14 years, and she’d never said that to me. It had been a long week for both of us. I’d been working 9 to 9 for four days, which meant she’d had all three kids alone for four days. She had some things to tell me, obviously, and hadn’t been able to tell me at home because I hadn’t been there.

Naturally there were reasons for her wanting me to not cut this call off early, but the reality was, whatever the reasons, I should be able to let her talk. I have an office. I can shut the door. I can take a break from work to listen to my life partner. Sure, I had work to do, but we were never on the phone for more than 10 min, tops. Never. But for some reason, whenever she calls me at work I am always in a hurry to get off, and it’s silly. In fact, it’s kind of rude, and it probably makes her think that I don’t have time for her, particularly on weeks when calling me at work might be the only chance she has to discuss the needs of our home.

So rather then getting mad, I just let her talk. I gave her my full attention because that’s the respectful thing to do when the love of your life and mother of your children calls, right guys?

And once it was all said and done, she said, “Sorry for getting mad. I just hate when you do that.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who should be sorry,” I said. “I’ll stop. I promise.”

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