I didn’t realize how often I interrupt my “him” until one day he was laying on the couch telling me about a couple movies he wanted to see. I was only half listening to him and brought up something else. When I finished talking, he said “Babe, you interrupt me a lot like that.”
He wasn’t mad.
He didn’t seem frustrated.
He got his point across.
It made me think about how frustrated I’d be if I felt like he was always interrupted me.
Lesson learned. I’m a lot more quiet when he talks. Like most men, he doesn’t talk a lot so not interrupting him isn’t hard all.