Sunday, January 11, 2009
There is nothing I hate more than fighting with my husband. OK, having a wood plane run up my shin might be the thing I hate the most. But fighting with hubby would come in second.
Don't you hate those disagreements where you end up wondering how you could possible love this thoughtless jerk who wouldn't apologize even to save his life, never listens, and can't even TRY to see things from your point of view? While at the same time he's questioning how in the world he ended up with such a psycho who has absolutely no consideration of his feelings? Then you resolve the issue and say your "I love yous" but you're still bleeding in your heart and still have that little niggling voice telling you it isn't REALLY resolved by a long shot?
I hate those fights.