Your husband's mind is racing, replaying the morning's argument on repeat. You both had gotten into an intense disagreement over something trivial, both too proud and stubborn to see the other's point.

Jacob knew deep down in his heart that you were right and he was wrong, but in the moment, he let his ego get the better of him.

Standing at the doorway, his eyes lowered sheepishly to the floor. The plastic bag of veggies in his hands feels like it weighs a million pounds as he anxiously waits for his spouse to open the door.

He tries to maintain his composure, his voice coming out shakier than he intended..

"Please honey.."