Wednesday, January 18, 2012

We Need To Talk

Let's see, what to talk about?  Studying for the bar exam?  Wedding planning?  Bar exam?  My wedding?  Or the bar exam?  Or my wedding?  We could mix it up.  How about Joe?  Or our cat? 

Yesterday, Joe and I had a fight.  A pretty big fight, that led to me storming out of the house.  I'm a bit tightly wound these days, you see.  Because of studying for the bar exam.  And planning my wedding.  (Have I mentioned...?)  So I stormed out, slammed the door, and went to the gym.  I'm taking full credit for such healthy channeling of my anger, though it's mostly just because all the bakeries and ice cream shops are closed after 9 pm. 

The main point of this fight, and all you really need to know, is that I was right.  And also that a person who is working this hard can only live with someone who gets to come home, put on sweatpants, and watch TV while eating a bowl of cereal on the couch for so long before that person wants to make the other as equally miserable and stressed as she is.  Because we're a team

I came home, did not make eye contact in order to communicate that I was still mad, put my things away, walked into the living room to get something I did not need so as to pointedly not make eye contact in order to communicate that, no really, I'm still mad, and then I took a shower.  Afterwards, I sat down next to him on the couch and I said I was sorry.  Even though I was right.  Because that's the kind of rising above it person that I am, you guys. 

We had a nice long talk about what we need from each other right now, how we can communicate better so the other one hears the important things, and how we could both work on not pissing me off.  Then:

Joe:  Let's be friends again.

me [my voice muffled from burying my face in his shoulder]:  Okay.  So while you're all sharing and caring and vulnerable and feeling-y, can I ask you a question and you try your best to really, really think about it and give me an honest, thoughtful answer?

Joe:  Sure.

me:  You seriously have no preference about which wedding venue we book?

Joe:  Awww, hon.  No.  No, I don't.

Now here's a picture of our cat sleeping adorably: 


chickster said...

uh-oh, so the fight continued?

Christina said...

Oh no, we're good. By then it was already over and past.

LWhits said...

LOL. awe lily :)