I am sure that most wives can relate instantly to this scenario that seems to keep repeating regardless of the many ensuing verbal battles.
So, let’s think from my husband’s view. He believes that a wet towel causing a tiny wet puddle on the bed is perfectly fine as long as the towel is not blocking his lounging for “my-social-media-binge-time”. It has not caused him any damage to be treated so rudely as to hang it away the minute its use is over. If absolutely necessary, just throw it at the next upstanding citizen (i.e. furniture), awaiting its next usage call. This thought process of “towels can be thrown anywhere till you need it next” is actually nothing less than a fact to him.
Now, my turn! The house should have a semblance of order, implying that human beings live there who are capable of having a certain level of control over themselves and the surroundings they inhabit. Also, a wet towel is bound to stink up and be unhygienic to be used the next time as it has not been properly dried. In my mind, there is no world where I should use a towel that may have fungi growth on it (visible to the bare eye or not). Everything has a certain place and the wet towel has it’s on the dryer- this is my fact.
The problem here is that we cannot view the other’s perspective. We believe that this fight of what should or should not be is part of the unspoken marriage contract where you have to annoy each other to death. There is no lack of empathy or love. It is merely a difference of “truths”. My truth and his truth are radically different, and none is made lesser by the existence of the other. I believe there is nothing called “absolute truth”. Often our lack of self-awareness turns our truths into facts whereas facts should be universal truths that cannot be changed regardless of if you are on Earth or on Mars.
