May 18, 2017

How to Stop an Argument Dead in its Tracks.

For more helpful advice, check out: The Childhood Wounds that Keep us from Setting Boundaries.


“Why do you always have to argue with me about everything?” my husband asked.

“I don’t always—“ I started to say. I stopped myself when I saw my husband’s raised eyebrows, hearing myself start to argue that I don’t always argue. We hadn’t even been discussing something important—we’d been talking about the temperature.

I’m not proud to realize that I have a habitual tendency to argue with the people closest to me. It’s not a new pattern—I’ve been doing it since I was a kid.

“Why do you always have to try and get the last word in?” my parents used to ask me. Often, as they were sending me to my room.

“I don’t always try to get the last word in!” I’d holler through my door.

“You’re doing it now,” they’d point out.

“No I’m not—oh,” I’d say, slowly closing the door.

Lately, I’ve been paying attention. And the more I pay attention to it, the more I see that my tendency to argue is a reflex, a long-standing habit, a tic. I didn’t realize how annoying it was until my son started doing the same thing to me.

I quickly found that having a loved one challenge me constantly was exhausting, and certainly not conducive to the type of intimacy I’d like to have in my relationships.

So I decided to try something different. In a 12-step meeting a few months ago, I heard a man relay a story about his history of handling criticism from a loved one. His first reaction was to go to battle by challenging the person. But after years of these disputes, he decided to try something different.

“You might be right,” he’d said when the person had called him on his actions.

Instead of escalating into a heated argument, he’d diffused the situation. I instantly tapped those four magic words into my phone, vowing to try them.

I’m finding the phrase can be used almost any time I reflexively start to dig my heels in and argue with someone.

“Why do you always have to argue with everything I say?” my husband might ask—again.

“You might be right,” I could say. “I do that.”

“You’re mean,” my son might say when I tell him he can’t have more ice cream.

“You might be right.”

The beauty of this simple phrase is that it’s not about just agreeing with the person, or giving up on our own stance. It’s about leaving space for the other person’s opinion. It also acts as a pause button—instead of the reflexive, argumentative words I’d normally say, it reminds me to stop and think about whether it’s worth it to start a conflict.

And that stubborn part of me, the part that loves to get the last word in? She absolutely loves it that the “might” leaves a little wiggle room. I didn’t say you were right, she thinks—I said you might be.


Author: Lynn Shattuck
Image: PixabayZoghal/Flickr 
Editor: Catherine Monkman


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