I’m sorry. I was wrong.

Why are those five words so stinkin’ hard to say?

Yesterday morning I had a moment of intense fellowship with my wife. I would tell you what it was over, but you would laugh. It seems so insignificant looking back.

I was mad, so I left the house in a  hurry. Driving to my breakfast meeting I was listing in my head all the different reason I was right. I had thoroughly convinced myself I was right and she was wrong. Right?

OK, maybe not. But even after reality set in and I realized I was the one wrong it took me three (yes, three) separate phone calls to her before I finally got the courage to say it…

I’m sorry. I was wrong.

Do you have any phrases you have a hard time saying?