Monday night we got in a fight. It's always about the same stupid reason and I hate it. I hate how you blame me, I hate how you don't try to understand me.
You can say hurtful things when you're mad at me and it breaks my heart, but the fight overall wasn't that serious. I've finally learned and accepted how you are when you're mad at me. You need a couple hours to be mad and be by yourself, then you'll come and want to hug and kiss. Whereas, if the argument isn't that bad, I want to hug and kiss once the argument is over. The complete opposite of you. But now I know that I just have to accept that. And that's what I did Monday night. I went to bed and then you came to bed a couple hours later and woke me up by planting kisses on my cheek and then you held me in your arms.
Before I couldn't handle how you did that. I thought the way you reacted meant the end. That you were tired of me. It would give me the worst anxiety. But now I know, you'll come around.
All couples fight, that's something I also am learning to accept. It's normal and sometimes healthy. So I have to be okay with it happening sometimes.
Sometimes I get mad that you don't apologize about how you may have reacted or something you said, but everyone has their way of being sorry I suppose. I take the way you kiss me and hold me close afterward as your sorry. And I love you for it even if it gets on my nerves at times. I love you.
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Non-Fiction"And when you're sitting on the side of the road crying over what feels like the best god damn thing you ever had - well, at least you had it." Bear with me... This is quite the roller coaster ride, and that roller coaster ride is my relationship.
