It happened on Thursday. Shawn an I had a fight the likes of which we have not in months. Maybe even a year or more.
It was a slow burn at first. Not even a fight, just a series of stressful days and the added bonus of cabin fever on my part from only leaving the house about once a week due to the weather and other circumstances. Suffice to say, I was not doing well. On Wednesday I had an interview which went well but I had to brave another hard storm to get there, literally digging the car out from another foot of snowfall. I was definitely brewing up to releasing a valve or two.
Enter Thursday. By the time my man got home, in a great mood to boot, (poor guy didn’t even see it coming) I was lying on our bed where I had spent most of the day sad and curled up with my boyfriend Netflix. He came in, I told him I was not doing well and that I needed a hug.
Then, the fight.
He went to his corner: Logic, reason and a pair of fighting shorts emblazoned “Mr. Fixit”.
I went to my corner: emotional explosion, neediness and my own shorts sponsored by “I’m always right”.
The fight escalated and followed us down to the kitchen. Counters were slammed by fists. Words were yelled. I decided I needed to get out of the house so I left in dramatic fashion. I was angry. I didn’t want to be fixed, I didn’t want sane things like logic and understanding. I wanted to fall apart, get hugged and reassured and be treated like the fucking princess I am obviously not. I was full of righteous, misplaced and augmented anger.
I got home two hours later and we tried to sort it out but my brain was still muddled and sore. We went to bed in our neutral zones an left it for the night.
Friday, with us both in much better spirits, we went out to dinner alone on a much needed date and discussed our dust up. On this side, our fight was almost (almost) funny. We had probably needed to clear the pipes. Having a big ol fight like that is not something we do often, but I figure on the rare ocassions we do, it’s good for us to clear the cobwebs. It’s good that the kids can see we fight but more importantly that we know how to mend it after.
I figure we are good now for a while. Oh sure, we have little disagreements from time to time, but after Thursday, I don’t think either of us is going to step in the ring and challenge for the belt again anytime soon.
As long as Mother Nature knows, she’s on warning. I’m warmed up now and if we get ONE MORE STORM, I will make it personal.