Moving it

Some times you may open my blog and see a post gone. That is the case today.
I am a non-confrontational person. I detest controversy. So I removed the last post.
I asked my husband to read it and he said, "Hon it was good and accurate."
I told him I was removing it and he asked why? All I could say is "Well it does not feel right to not respond and that only creates an air of controversy. So it is gone.
I believe every person has a right to their opinion. I believe at times that opinion should be expressed then you shut your mouth.
That is one thing I taught my husband. Believe me he taught me much more.
He taught me to calm down, Even today he says, "Now honey you need to calm down, you are too stressed.." True I am a high stress person.
He was the all time disagreeer. (is that a word).
When we married he would argue any point, just to argue.
Each word had to be accurate. More often than not, a huge argument ensued. Usually with a family member but often at other functions I could hear him argue, I would walk up, take his arm and gently guide him away.
I often would say, "Yes you are right, but state your opinion then shut up, You accomplish nothing by keeping it going."
As the years progressed he became better at not ensuing his opinion.
I would often make a statement just to get him going, although the statement was so far away from what I really did think. My Son, Ken, more than once would say "Mom" As I smiled at him and began the controvesy.
I guess I loved the great debate, but I was showing him how senseless it was.
One day we were at a family members house. He made a statement, the other family member said "You are Wrong David it is this way." (and this was a family member he always disagreed with,.)
I stopped what I was doing, I just knew it would not stop there.
I looked over, he never stopped clipping his nails nor did he look up, then he said,
"You may be right I will look it up when I get home".
As it turns out he was right and he had gracefully handled the situation.
That day I saw a different man, it was so obvious. He had mellowed.
I knew the mellowing process was in action but that day I was so proud.
Did I tell him? You bet I gave him a huge hug and said "I am so proud of you, you were right and you allowed the other person to state their opinion without promoting an argument."
I remember a day when you better not tell him he was WRONG.
He was very opinionated and he would make his point regardless.

After all his middle name is Wright.
He still reminds me of that, with a laugh. I say "Well I am Mrs. Wright and Don't you forget it."