Thankfully, when I got up the next morning most of my resentment had dissipated. I happened to mention to Dallas that I had found the window open again in the night, after I had closed it to ward off the chill from the cooler nighttime air. He responded rather sheepishly that when he went into the bathroom later that evening and found the window was closed, he figured he had absentmindedly forgotten to open it in the first place!
This rather small incident reminded me how easy it is to attribute totally erroneous motives to the actions of others, even those closest to us. When I found that window open, I ascribed it to Dallas putting his own comfort ahead of my own. But I couldn't have been further from the truth. In consequence, I spent precious time and emotion plodding self-righteously down a path that had no foundation in reality. I perceived myself as an injured party, where no injury--or even awareness!--was to be found.
I hope that the next time I'm tempted to assume the role of the aggrieved party, I'll remember the lesson I learned today from the window.