She Keeps Misplacing That Apology

I love my wife, but she has an annoying trait of not being able to accept she could make a mistake, if something ‘wrong’ happens, it’s always someone else’s fault.

Most of the time, I can just shrug it off as it’s usually minor and nothing to linger over, and challenging her just escalates things and makes a mountain out of a molehill. Sometimes, however, it can lead to some serious head scratching at the lack of logic, and occasionally, I admit it can be extremely vexing.

The two examples that jump out are:

I had left for work one day before my wife had even woken up, around mid-morning, I get a call from her.

Wife: “Where are my car keys?”

Me: “I don’t know, don’t you usually keep them in your handbag?”

Wife: “I do, but they aren’t there. You must have moved them.”

Knowing full well I hadn’t done so, I sighed internally, knowing this was going to be one of those conversations.

Me: “Well, I haven’t seen your car keys in days. When did you last use them?”

Wife: “This morning, when I dropped [our children] off at school. Now they are not in my handbag, so you must have moved them!”

Me: “You do remember that I left the house before you were awake and that was about two hours before school drop off, don’t you? Are you really saying I left work and drove 25 miles home to move your car keys and then drove 25 miles back to my office where I am sat right now?”

There was no reply, and then she ended the call. I didn’t mention it when I got home; there was no point as she wouldn’t have admitted her own mistake or apologised, and honestly, the lack of logic had made me chuckle.

The second example began on a Friday evening with my wife saying:

Wife: “The present for my sister isn’t where I left it, where did you move it to?”

Me: “I don’t remember ever seeing it, let alone moving it.”

Wife: “Well, you must have as it’s not where I left it.”

Now, unlike my wife, I don’t claim to be infallible, so thinking maybe I had moved it without noticing or remembering I looked for the present the next day. For. The. Entire. Day.

Come Saturday evening, I had spent hours searching the house for it, practically tearing the house apart, but could not find it. Naturally, my wife was not happy, and I felt awful that I had misplaced the expensive gift that we couldn’t replace in time for my sister-in-law’s birthday the next day.

Come Sunday morning and still feeling awful, I helped get ready to go to the party by loading my wife’s car with the party food we were taking. Opening the trunk, I was immediately faced with the present I had been searching for for so long the day before!

Relieved, I took it in and told my wife where I had found it.

She reluctantly (and without admitting it was her mistake or apologising) remembered that she had left it in her trunk earlier in the week so that we wouldn’t forget to take it to the party.

And then had forgotten that she had done that.

I was both relieved that it had been found, but also, I admit, more than a bit annoyed that I had wasted hours looking for it, making a mess of the house, and that I had endured endless remarks about having lost this gift when it had nothing to do with me.

Like I said at the start, I do love my wife, despite how often she makes it hard to!