Her feelings are precious.

Today was a dull and slow day. I was droopy and gray. My wife and I had a fight last night and it was all my fault. She is going through a depressing time because two years ago, this month, her mother passed. I worked from 1pm to 10pm. She was calling me that evening telling me that she was having a hard time dealing with it and she could not stay in the house by herself. I understood but not to the extent of seriousness that was there. She was waiting for me to get home and I stood talking for about 45minutes after work. When I got home she was upset and I wanted to talk it over. She refused to talk and wanted to be alone and I would not let her. I tried to keep her from going out of the bed room. This turned into her wanting to leave the house. It got to the point that she called a fiend of ours to come over and talk to us. I was upset because she did not want to talk to me. She was upset because I refused to let her be. I followed her around the house trying to make her talk. This was wrong. The lesson I learned is that I need to give my wife her space when she needs it. When upset, I cannot expect her to talk at that moment just because I want to. I also learned that I need to spend more time examining her feelings instead of assuming her feelings. We hugged and talked today, this wound has to heal, I understand. I am determined to nurse it back to health.