The last word...

I like to have the last word. I have discovered it is a matter of pride. It just about kills me to not have the final say.

I had a disagreement the other day with someone and it took everything I had to not push it as far I wanted to. Everything in me wanted to defend and explain myself but having been down this road in the past, I knew it was a useless endeavor.

I have finally begun to learn that by my pushing, I just make things worse. I used to believe if I pushed it showed that I cared and wanted to have the issue confronted and corrected. You know what I found out, it just pisses people off and makes the situation worse.

I guess this could be one of those examples of being wise in your own eyes. I thought if I backed down, I was giving in and losing. It turns out that by stopping, taking that deep breath and saying ok and walking away is not a sign of weakness at all. It just means my pride is bruised which really is okay because I can take it.

I have hurt too many people that I love in the past by my pushing and arrogance--which this all really was. I don't want to hurt them anymore. I want to grow and learn how to dismantle the pride so I don't have to feel like I need to have the last word.

Hey Lord, I need a little help with one. Thanks.

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Reina said…
When you walk away without having the last word, in my opinion, it actually means you won. It takes 2 to argue, and when you refuse to do so any longer, you are the wiser person! I wish the kids here would learn that--I get so tired of things continuing beyond a natural end because each side is too stubborn to walk away!
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