Fights in relationships

Everybody has them. Nobody wants them. So how come everybody has them?

A talented writer friend of mine who is in my writers group read some pages today in which a marital spat was described. It was a pretty bad fight, and it reminded me of some of the arguments I’ve had with men I loved. You know how it goes. Words are exchanged, emotions escalate, and you can end up thinking you’re going to pack your bag with all your favorite things except for your favorite rocks because they weigh too much, get in your car, and drive away to a new place. To a new life which will be noticeably absent of the person you used to love, but now bitterly resent. Kind of hate, in fact. Imagining yourself in this new life, you see that you suddenly have a terrific haircut, you look at least 40% better than you do in real life, and you are strong and mighty and full of good ideas. Also you are a stunning conversationalist AND you take many classes to learn things you’ve wanted to learn for a long time. And you can open your OWN pickle jars.