Fear

I have a fear. It's a large and terrible fear.

This past weekend I have spent the entire time with a close family member of mine in Salt Lake. She is a really sweet person, but I am worried for her. In the past few days I have been observing her, and all that I've seen her do is scroll through news feeds on her phone and snap at her husband to do things.
I don't know how to respond to it...
I have seen her act this way since the very beginning of their marriage, but it has never seemed out of place to me since I thought it was normal to act like this; on your phone, doing nothing. But then I saw it. I saw the pained look in her husbands eyes as he was ordered around and trampled over. I hate judging their family, but I couldn't help but feel hurt for them and the way they think is right to treat one another.
And this is my one fear in life: that some day I'm going to be in that person. That some day I am going to be the one yelling at my husband telling him what to do, and then not even noticing the pain on his face.
Ugh, it churns my stomach! I mean, how do people get to that point where all of a sudden they don't feel like they use to, that they think it's fine to raise your voice a little higher, to push a little harder?

I know I can't promise anything, but if I could it would be that I would never go there. That I would work my feelings out without the anger, without the contention. I would promise that I would listen, that I would care, that I would be the best that I could ever be...
I don't know if I can keep to a promise like that, but I want to. Oh, I want to with every ounce of my being, with all my heart, mind and spirit. And believe me when I tell you, as long as I am breathing, I will try.