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it is pathetic that we cannot even have a five minute interaction without confrontation. every tiny conversation has to end in a meltdown. i say something dumb or use a certain tone. you get mad. you yell. i ignore it. you proceed to tell me that i make you feel like shit. i feel guilty. you get teary eyed. then we say our "i'm sorry. i'll try harder"s and we hug. these incidents happen almost daily, sometimes more and wine seems to be a consistent factor in their occurence. i know it's really not a big deal and i know that the only way i can make it stop is to censor myself more, or maybe just speak to you less. one of us has to be mature i suppose.
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