Well, shoot, let me tell ya somethin’ about tellin’ your man you hate him. It ain’t pretty, that’s for sure. I’ve seen things, you know? Heard things. And let me tell you, those words, “I hate you,” comin’ out of your mouth to the fella you promised to be with ’til death do you part… that’s like throwin’ a lit match into a barn full of hay.
It’s a Big, Big Mess
See, men, they ain’t like us women. We can say stuff, and we might not mean it exactly like it sounds. But a man, he hears “hate,” and he thinks “hate.” Plain and simple. It’s like slammin’ a door in his face, only worse. It ain’t just about bein’ mad or havin’ a fight. It’s deeper than that. It’s like sayin’ you don’t care, you don’t appreciate nothin’ he does, like he ain’t worth a hill of beans.
- It hurts real bad, like a punch to the gut.
- It breaks trust, like a cracked plate you can’t fix.
- It makes him think you want out, like you’re ready to pack your bags and go.
Why’d You Say It in the First Place?
Now, I ain’t sayin’ you didn’t have a reason to be mad. Maybe he’s been drinkin’ too much, like some fellas do. Or maybe he’s just plain mean sometimes, yellin’ and carryin’ on. Maybe he ignores you or spends all his time on that dang phone. Maybe he doesn’t help around the house or with the kids. Lord knows, men can be exasperatin’. But “hate”? That’s a strong word. It’s like a poison, seepin’ into everything. It makes things worse, not better.
Sometimes, I reckon, we say things we don’t mean when we’re hurtin’. It’s like when a dog bites you ’cause it’s scared. You ain’t thinkin’ straight. You just lash out. Maybe he walked out on you without a word, like he didn’t give a hoot about you. That makes a woman furious, I tell ya. Or maybe he’s been sayin’ some nasty stuff to you too. Sometimes, it feels like they are just trying to pick a fight, you know? It’s like livin’ in a battlefield instead of a home. But even then, “hate” ain’t the answer. It just adds fuel to the fire.
Tryin’ to Fix It
So, you said it. The words are out there, hangin’ in the air like a bad smell. What now? Well, first thing’s first, you gotta own up to it. Can’t just pretend it didn’t happen. You gotta go to him and say, “Look, I was mad. Real mad. And I said things I shouldn’t have. I don’t hate you.” It ain’t easy, swallowin’ your pride like that. But it’s necessary. Think of it like fixin’ a fence after a storm. You gotta mend it, piece by piece.
Talkin’ it Out, If He’ll Let Ya
Then, you gotta talk. Really talk. Not just yellin’ and screamin’. Tell him why you were so mad. Tell him what he did that hurt you. And listen to him too. Maybe he’s got things he needs to say. Maybe he’s hurtin’ too. Maybe he feels like you don’t appreciate him. Communication is key, like they say on the TV. Maybe you tell him what you really need. Maybe he needs more help from you too. Maybe a little respect from both sides wouldn’t hurt. It’s like building a house together, both of ya gotta be pullin’ your weight or the whole thing crumbles.
Sometimes, it Just Ain’t Fixable
Now, I ain’t gonna lie to ya. Sometimes, sayin’ “hate” is like breakin’ a glass. You can glue it back together, but it’ll never be the same. The cracks are always there. And sometimes, the damage is too much. Sometimes, the best thing you can do is walk away. It’s like when a crop fails. No matter how hard you try, you can’t make something grow if the soil is spoiled. Sometimes, walking away is the only thing you can do to save yourself, or your babies if you got any. Nobody wants to live in a house full of bitterness and fighting. It ain’t good for the soul.
Think Before You Speak, Like Your Mama Told Ya
So, next time you’re feelin’ mad, take a deep breath. Count to ten. Walk away if you have to. But don’t let those words, “I hate you,” come out of your mouth. ‘Cause once they’re out there, you can’t take ’em back. And they can do a whole heap of damage. It’s like lettin’ a wild animal loose, you never know where it’ll end up or who it’ll hurt.
Remember, marriage ain’t easy. It takes work. It takes patience. And it takes forgiveness. But most of all, it takes respect. And you can’t have respect when you’re throwin’ around words like “hate.” So choose your words carefully, like you’re pickin’ berries – you want the sweet ones, not the ones that’ll make your stomach ache.
Tags: [Marriage, Relationship, Husband, Wife, Communication, Conflict, Fighting, Hate, Forgiveness, Apology]
