Before I got married, I vowed I would never be a nagging wife. And then I got married. And stuff happened. And stress of life came. And busyness surrounded. And things pressed from all sides. And as much as I love my husband, we don't always do the things the same way or see exactly eye to eye. And then kids came along and life became even more full. And demanding. And over the years, words would sometimes flow. Constant. Steady. Dripping. Words that wielded power to tear down, and held the potential to become disastrous.