I sort of had this problem for a little while due to growing up with a mother who had the same attitude problem.
It rubbed off on me. =/
She never really showed any of us kids how to gracefully accept she was wrong and that it was okay to be wrong.
We just saw her always arguing her point with dad (which was always a ridiculous one) and thought that it was a bad and shameful thing to be wrong because of the way she acted about it.
So therefore I grew up the same way always wanting to be right no matter how wrong I was.
But since living with Steve I've gotten better.
I'd rather lose my pride instead of trying to constantly be right and lose my Steve instead. =/ He's really good about admitting when he's wrong and saying when I'm right. So now he's kind of rubbing off on me which I'm rather happy about. >.<
It rubbed off on me. =/
She never really showed any of us kids how to gracefully accept she was wrong and that it was okay to be wrong.
We just saw her always arguing her point with dad (which was always a ridiculous one) and thought that it was a bad and shameful thing to be wrong because of the way she acted about it.
So therefore I grew up the same way always wanting to be right no matter how wrong I was.
But since living with Steve I've gotten better.
I'd rather lose my pride instead of trying to constantly be right and lose my Steve instead. =/ He's really good about admitting when he's wrong and saying when I'm right. So now he's kind of rubbing off on me which I'm rather happy about. >.<