He didn’t remember

My loved one was washing my car today. He came up to me and asked about a scratch in the door, said “did you see this huge scratch?” I replied ya. He asked what it was from. I said, “you did it” and kinda let it hang in the air. Then I said, “you probably don’t remember.” Paused. Then, I gave a brief explanation, that he scratched it while the door was open and he scratched it on something. And said, “but you must not remember.” And just left it at that, then went to read my book. He buffed the scratch. It’s still slightly dented. But he got the car paint pen and fixed it.

I labeled this post as good news because it’s something I haven’t brought up to him. I could have easily nagged and demanded he fix it right away. It’s been there for 3 months. I knew he would eventually see it. And by not bringing it up, I would know if he remembered or not. This confirms he didn’t remember. While my heart was racing as I was reliving that moment that night, I kept it brief, delivered it calmly, and didn’t blow up at him. I replied. I didn’t fix the problem for him. And he eventually “fixed” it. As soon as he discovered it. And I stayed calm.