One of my greatest faults that shows up too often in our marriage is my firstborn perfectionism.
When my husband tells a story but doesn’t get the details right, I barge in to correct him. Well, not publicly. But I file away the errors to sort out with him later.
I’ve also found plenty of necessary reasons to correct his mistakes in pronunciation or in how he eats. The mother in me fixes his hair, straightens his jacket, and points out that his socks are all wrong with those shoes.
I like to disguise it as helping. The problem is Dennis isn’t so easily tricked.
Maybe in your marriage you’re guilty of something more than consistent correcting. Admittedly, we all commit actions in our marriages that offend each other.