Nov 03, 2005 15:34
"Most times, if you had the king, she had the ace. If you had the ace, she had a trump. Also, the woman would fucking -escalate-. If something happened and I got irritated, she'd get mad. If I got mad, she's get pissed. If I got pissed, she'd go fucking Red Alert Defcon I and empty the missle silos. I'm talking scorched fucking earth." - LT's Theory Of Pets, Stephen King
It defines our fights, I tell you. We've (I've) been working hard on this little problem and it's starting to sink in. After watching Breck texting Brittany for thirty minutes these really, really spiteful messages, us telling him to just drop it and SAY SORRY and him just shrugging it off and proceeding with the little high school display, it made Loren and I both realize it's just not worth the awkward silences and nights where we ignore each other.
Plans with the wedding are going smoothly.
We should have just eloped.