Agruing with the wall
My relationship is normal, after all. I was wondering when my husband and I would actually have a serious argument. Today was the day for that. We opened in a restaurant, no yelling but emotions ran high. We made our waitress feel rather awkward because I was crying as she dropped of the check. We continued in the car, and I had to stop talking several times because my tears kept choking my voice. We ended in our parking spot in front of our door, laughing and smooching. As far as arguments go, it wasn't all that bad. A gap in understanding, a culmination of built up frustrations, and an underestimation of what each of us could take. I hope that all of our future arguments can continue to end in laughter at ourselves, a general peace and understanding of what we each need, and plenty of kisses to heal any wounds that were inflicted in the war zone.