My husband knows me better than anyone. He knows the way I stand with my toe pointed when I brush my teeth and that I loathe sharing my favorite snacks with other people.
When something goes wrong, he’s the closest one to me, and it’s so, so tempting to blame him.
What if it isn’t someone else’s fault?
Who would you be without the blame?
Maybe it would force us to examine ourselves, pull ourselves up by the bootstraps and focus on what we can control.
Change yourself and the world changes.
What do you think?