I'm feeling like I know how to speak French today.
There was once a time when the thought of making a phone call in French scared the beejeesus outta me and sent me running for my Hubster. Even for something so simple as calling a friend. After 5 years, I feel like I'm finally starting to shake that.
Last night, I came home to hear a gruff message on my answer phone from a particular Worker Man. I was astonished by his message and as the French say, I had "les boules." Or in as I would say in English, I was pissed.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the phone, dialed the number, and started talking. We passed briefly through yelling, a few moments of explaining, several "mais, monsieurs," finally reaching a relative peace at the end.
Most of you that know me, know that I'm not a confrontational kinda person, but I have to admit to feeling empowered and strong after all this last night. I spoke my mind, I told Worker Man what I thought, I expressed myself. In French. And I think he got the point.
Of course, I didn't sleep a wink last night and I'm feeling emotionally exhausted. This morning, I bascially begged Hubster to deal with him from now on.
Sure, I might be getting better at my French, but I'm still horrible at conflict in any language.