let’s fight.

i was reading a post on making marriages work and that got me thinking about me and the Brit.

We don’t fight.  We never fight. And I don’t think that’s normal. But having been in a relationship in the past where it was abnormal to NOT fight,  maybe my definition is a bit skewed.

We disagree about a lot of things but it never gets to the point where we’re arguing. I’ve actually never seen him angry or heard him raise his voice. He’s incredibly patient which is a trait i sorely lack.   i honestly don’t know how he puts up with my lazy ass but he does without complaint.  now that’s love.

so anyway, i was having a “moment” and decided we needed to have our first fight. he was sitting on our couch reading and i was bored and said “let’s have a fight”

“why?”

“because we haven’t had one yet and we’ve known each other for years and i don’t think that’s normal”

“i think that’s good”

“i don’t care. let’s fight and get it over with”

“okay. i think your second toe looks like an alien”

“i think it does too. choose something else”

“um okay. you’re a nerd.”

“no i’m not”

“yes you are”

“no i’m not”

“yes you are”

“this is dumb.  i’m done with fighting with you. let’s watch TV”

“okay”

right, so our first fight is out of the way.  i feel so normal now.