the secret war . . .

the secret war has been fought and won by . . . ME!!! the secret war was a hard fought and dirty war. it was . . . putting a new garbage bag in the trash can in the bathroom. it sat there empty for days, both my husband and myself aware of it. the q-tips, cotton balls, and you name it piled higher and higher each day, the casualties of the war. who would be grossed out first? who would give in, admit defeat and put in a new bag?! i looked at it everyday, wondering if i should be the one to put an end to our suffering, as the q-tips were mightely gross. however, i was resolved to not be the weaker of us to not be the one who would give in. if i gave in now, i would have to give in forever and that would not be the case. hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into . . . well is wasen't really that long of a war. and then, one day, the unthinkable happened, there was a garbage bag in the trash can! victory was mine. now the fact that my husband new nothing of the war does not diminish my victory. i still won, my willpower was greater than his. he fell beneath my resolve. but, i will not be a boastful winner. i will, not rub his face in the fact that i am stronger in will than he is. i will not do this, because it is enough to know in my heart that i am stronger. so, instead, i shall thank him for his hard work and praise him for his good deeds. because, the surest way to make sure that i don't have to do it, is to make him think he is wonderful for doing it.