A few days ago, my husband and I got into a heated argument. The type of argument that probably hasn’t happened in over a year. The boiling point argument. Out of his frustration, my husband said, “I’m tired of hearing you yell at our girls.” His words struck deep and hurt—not because they weren’t true, but because they were all too true. I’d had to apologize to my girls for my raised voice one too many times over the course of the day. While the apology was a good start in the right…
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