Weekend of Arguing
So basically what began as a small argument eventually evolved into a weekend full of them. Mapquest was the starting point, but we eventually started sniping at each other about when to go to the movies, forgetting to go to the ATM, and it all got topped off with a personal favorite, me sitting in close proximity to the washer and dryer and not transferring the clothes from one to the other.
Ain’t love grand?
One argument is okay for me. I understand that different people aren’t going to see eye to eye on everything, or even most things. The bad part is when it stretches out over days and topics. That’s when it gets to be a real drag, because that’s when it seems like stuff that is unresolved comes to the surface faster than a boiling hot dog.
The funny thing is, most of the big issues with have with each other we bout are fully aware of. She would like to feel heard, I would like to feel respected. 95 percent of the time, we accomplish this. But five percent can be a dog for real. Just like losing a championship game by five, or being the fifth person from the front of a ticket line that just sold out.
It’s also scary for me because I’ve argued like that in my past relationships, and I really regret it. I would never want my wife to feel the way I must’ve made ex-girlfriends feel. Now that I’m more mature and realize the better ways to communicate, I make it an objective of mine in every disagreement. This weekend wasn’t such a good job, as we remained pretty distant from each other in presence and in spirit.
Of course you know we worked it out through talking and listening to each other, but I still hate it. Being mad at your wife is no fun, and having her be mad at you is just straight up hell. I’m sure we’ll have way more fun weekends that argument-filled ones, but you always miss the time that you don’t spend enjoying more than the time you do.