I Don’t Fight Dirty With the Walking Wounded
The Boy and I fight. Not a whole lot, but enough for us anyway. Along the way, we discovered things that work for us that might work for others, too. Of course, every couple is different. I have a cousin who fights constantly with her husband. I mean name-calling, light slapping (she hits him), and refusing to talk to each other afterward. The kind of couple who insists on dragging you into their argument and there you are, left with a blank stare and a hope that they won’t keep asking you a question you don’t want to answer. And yet, they’re a complete and total unit, happy together.
We’ve actually talked about things we hate in our own arguments and have tried to learn to remember them when in the midst of a discussion. Here are a few of ours:
We are here.