It escalated into a bunch of other resentments and was still simmering this morning when we got into it again. This time he was screaming back at me.
The thing is, we don't fight. Hardly ever, and not like this.
I don't know what to do with it. For me, fighting seems catastrophic. End of the world. In my mind, the whole thing comes to an abrupt end. Is it ridiculously weak to doubt the strength of a marriage? Or is this how it happens? One day fine, the next day, done. I've got nothing to go on.
But this is us. It can't be that big a deal.
I mean really, can it?