A few days back, The Boy and I had an all-out, screaming, terrible argument. It's the same all-out, screaming, terrible argument we had a few weeks prior, and the same as the one two weeks before that.
It's funny: I guess I always saw couples and their problems and thought that I just wouldn't be that way. But The Boy and I have some major stumbling blocks, and we both know it. I got mega-upset the other day (perhaps enhanced by some off-kilter hormones... a story for another day) and knew, just KNEW I was easing my way into hot water. And yet, I pushed the issue (rather shrilly, I admit) and he responded with his usual "Oh please, this is just annoying..." One word to the fellas out there: never, ever say that to a woman already bordering on tears. She'll get REALLY mad. And she'll cry. Lots.
Anyway. Post-fight, I spent a long while a bit upset about it. And then I went out to dinner with Kathypath, and she said, "One thing I have to admire about you guys is that you fight so hard to stay together. If there's an effort to be made, you'll both try to make it, even if it doesn't totally work. That's what adults do in adult relationships. They try."
And I realized she's right. We DO work to stay together, even when we're tearing each other's hair out. That's love, I guess.
Today is Sunday, and I spent all night sick and feverish. I took two naps today and I still have a sore neck and back in that way they can get all icky when you're sick. The Boy has been cute; we spent most of the day just talking quietly. We got some work done, and he urged me to take it easy. And we both sort of apologized, without really saying it, by being extra snuggly with one another.
He's a gem. Talk to me in a few days, and I'll probably bitch about him. But I know he's worth fighting for. And with.
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