I’m fortunate that Morrison and I really don’t fight very often. (Also I don’t know how we would even be married if either of us were throw-down dish-throwing fight folk, as that is quite opposite to both of our natures.) But of course we don’t always agree and sometimes hurt each other’s feelings and don’t listen to each other. When this happens, we try to carefully discuss it, each speaking our own frustration, and of course, sometimes it gets messy, but it tends to quickly end in forgiveness and agreement, a return to a loving status quo. Like this morning:
Me: Oh, they used the picture of me in the overalls that you said I shouldn’t wear anymore.
Him: Well it’s just that overalls are over.
Me: What? No!
Him: They were over like two years ago.
Me: (carefully)…No, you’re wrong. Overalls are still a thing.
Me: OVERALLS ARE NOT OVER!
Me: YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING.
Him:…..Actually, I know a lot of things.
Me: …..You’re right, you do.
END OF ARGUMENT.