My big mouth

Last night my wife said something to me.  It upset me.

I thought of a response.

I wasn’t going to say it.  But rather than just keeping quiet, I said, “I won’t say it.”

She wasn’t going to let it go.  I knew she wouldn’t.

After she prodded me I told her what it was.

I knew it would hurt her.  I underestimated how much.

I instantly regretted telling her.

I think she’s still hurting today.

I wish I could take it back.

But I can’t.