i hate fights.
got into a fight with indy yesterday and i hate when that happens.it started when we were at walmart looking at the cheap movies and i saw one he was looking for and hes like yea just put it in the cart.i then said well do you wanna put one of the others ones back?(bc he spends alot of money then bitches to me about it later and somehow it ends up being my fault bc i dont spend my money on shit all the time).so once i said that all hell broke loose.he goes on a rant saying no im spending my fucking money bc you never buy shit its always me and blah blah blah.so at that point i walked away to the food section bc we were there to buy food.he doesnt stop the cart once for me to look at anything and i end up crying and walking out with nothing for groceries.we get home and the name calling starts.i call him a pathetic bitch bc he makes everything my fault but then never explains why.he calls me a fucking cunt(which is a word that i think is funny and doesnt bother me).soi try to talk to him one last time and i end up throwing the newspaper at him-he leaves-i cry and go to bed.i love relationships.then at some point during the night he actually came to bed and was holding me.i dont knwo i love him and i dont know if he loves me.