Search History: Married

Hello Google: How to convince your angry wife?

Dheeraj ran a hand on his face when another of his attempt failed, Rajji was making it so hard for him and he felt like banging his head on the way. With a grudging tease in his mind, he decided to end it, he is not going to convince his wife for saying the truth out loud. He is a civilian of this country, who has a right to express his thought and his mouth is in no one's control. He decided and went over to their bed and lay down, one leg over the other, hands on his head like his head was suddenly feeling like too much and he just wants to hold it.

It had started simple; two days ago, Rajji brought him something to eat and casually fed him. He suspected her 'high on energy' mood, probably because that always took him towards trouble. Despite it, he had the food and shrieked madly at the torture his taste buds went through. It was spicy as anything and otherwise too bland. He saw Rajji jumping backwards and softly asking if he was okay. Him being him took the next five minutes to tell her how not just him, but the food—both were not at all fine. Rajji passed him the water and quietly left the room; until the next morning, he didn't even realize that it was because she had made the food and she was upset. Seriously.

Almost two years into marriage, now that Dheeraj know what Rajji is, who she is when she is happy, sad, angry, irritated, annoyed, frustrated, yes, she had distinctive features in every emotion of hers.

Like she is silent when she is thinking something through (silences which again are of different styles).

Like the way she talks a lot when she is nervous.

The way she huffs exactly thrice when she is angry (one for herself, one in higher decibel for the anger to land and one for him to listen).

He was well habituated with the way she thought, spoke, sat or anything she did after he loves her. The journey to which wasn't easy but he was glad he reached there no matter the time it took, for what a shame it would have been to have a girl like her in his life and the thought of having a forever do not come into his mind. So, just like he knows her, he knows her love and how much things even the little one's matter to her. So, with a sigh Dheeraj sat back upright, he wasn't surprised he is bending on his words for her, he had accepted long back he was a loser who loves her too much to even convince her when it wasn't even his fault. Dheeraj took his phone and opened it sighing as he looked at Rajji's brightened face that popped up when he opened. What was he supposed to do to have that smile back. With an indecisive mind and an unfulfilled wish, he opened the google and randomly type-

'How to convince your angry wife?'

'To convince your angry wife focus on the deescalation rather than logic, take a step back, recalibrate and then communicate effectively by validating her opinions than omit her thoughts'

What in Spanish what the google high on, Dheeraj looked at it like he was the less crazy one and deleted his search before asking another question.

'Can wife stay mad whole her life?'

'While the feelings have permanency in them, true anger rarely lasts forever'

(phew there was hope in the end of the tunnel)

'But it all counts down to the partners emotional intelligence at the end of the day'

(Alright this was bad)

Dheeraj removed the search murmuring about the way he can sue google and went on to search more only for him to see him trapped in a virtual marriage counselling. All of them talking like his wife was some sort of hunter queen, or a robot or a good knows what no she isn't that mean, she just feels deeply and no he do listen to her no matter what Rajji believes. Dheeraj sighed this is not going to take him anywhere, the realization crossed his mind as he shut his phone down and took a walk instead. Looking at the decorations, a long ago almost a year and half ago Rajji had taken it on herself to redecorate the room and which is why his blue-yellow room turned more aesthetic (the way she like to say, a little extra pressure on the c), extra curtains inside the room, the flower in the pot, frames of their happy times. He walked towards the cupboard as an idea can magically appear through the door. The cupboard was mess, of course it was neither of them were a good keeper of the cupboards that most days dresses are messed up and it wouldn't be surprising if they end up exchanging any day in future (lowkey, he was sure to not mind if she takes one of his).