Hubby and I had a little fight this morning. He said a couple hurtful things that angered me. He thought I said something hurtful, but all I asked for was more physical affection. He has a tendency sometimes to look at such things as an attack, so wages an often unreasonable counterattack. I will confess that last night I was angry that he didn't even say good night, so I did slam our bedroom door after saying good night to him and him barely responding. He was in his library.


We never fight for long. Maybe for 30 minutes I was in the bedroom while he stormed off to his library. Then I went downstairs and decorated our indoor wreath with fresh Christmasy flowers (in floral water tubes). I called upstairs telling him it looked good and to look at it when he came downstairs. He came right away and then gave me a big hug. Fight over. That's how it has pretty much been with the rare fights we've had. It was only ever bad twice, when I was manic, when once I went to my parent's house for a night and another time when I slept in my car. Even these only lasted less than 24 hours.