💔 I Called Timeout on My Marriage Once… Mid-Argument

Because I wasn’t about to lose two games in one night.

We were mid-argument.
She was cooking with emotion.
I was listening… but also tallying fouls in my head.

That’s when I called it:
Timeout.

She froze.
The room got quiet.
Even the fridge paused its hum like, “Damn, he really did that.”

Look, I wasn’t trying to win.
But I was trying to survive.
And every seasoned ref knows… when the pace gets too fast, you call a timeout.
Reset the floor.
Get your breath.
Avoid a technical… or a broken lease.

We reconvened 2 minutes later.
She still scored.
But at least I made her earn it in the half-court.

Sometimes the whistle’s for peace.
Sometimes it’s for war.
That night, it was for both.