Sometimes Men Can Be Jerks

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I get it. Sometimes we men can be hard on our wives. Sometimes we can open our big mouths and just make an ass out of ourselves. Sometimes we can overreact, and make our wives sad. It happens. We can be jerks sometimes. We went to the flea market in town, a frequent weekend event at the fairgrounds and among a few other items, bought a bottle of this eyeglass and jewelry cleaner my wife saw demonstrated and wanted to buy. "$20 for the 16 ounce bottle, and if you buy that I'll throw in a 2 ounce bottle for free," the man said after he cleaned my wife's glasses and her engagement and wedding ring. "Wow, that's clean," she said. "Do you want it?" I asked her. "Can I get it?" she asked. "You don't need my permission, Sweetie," I told her, even though after 14 years she still asks my permission. "If you want it, get it. We'll definitely get use out of it." "It will last a LONG TIME," the seller proceeded to tell us. "Just a couple drops will do the trick." We bought the large bottle and got the smaller one free, and since it was our last stop we headed out into the parking lot, where SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, the darn bottle dropped out of the bag we had, landed on the ground with a thud, and burst open, pouring our $20 worth of cleaner onto the ground. I saw it hit, and I saw it burst... And then I burst... "What in the hell are you doing?" I shouted, reaching down for the bottle. "Jesus Christ! The damn thing broke!" I had a few verse words else. None of them were kind. "Why the hell are you holding it like that? It's FRIGGING POURING OUT. Don't you see where it's cracked? What the hell is the matter with you? $20 down the effing tubes!" I did not notice it then, but I noticed it very shortly afterwards that she was about to cry. I was being way too harsh. I was being a JERK and making my wife cry. "Yeah," I continued to shout. "It'll last a lifetime the guy says but you can't hold onto it for five effing minutes without spilling it all over the GD parking lot." We did manage to salvage about a third of the larger bottle. But not without me feeling completely off my rocker and a total JERK. I get what I have coming. All of her anger toward me and the scolding I will likely get from the lot here at MyLot. Give it right back to me. I can take it. I deserve it. Was I being a total jerk? Or just being a typical man? ...and right now she is making cookies for me...ugh. Way to stick in the knife and slowly turn it, babe.