Hugh and I, for the most part, do not fight. We have snippy moments and "discussions", but big ol' arguments? Not so much. There are a few reasons for this, but mostly, we just don't have much to be angry about... sure, there are times when things are definitely more heated, but typically we cruise along.
This is fascinating stuff because I grew up with parents who were BIG fighters and BIG maker-uppers. They would go at it all night long (the fighting, not the making up - ewwwww!) and I grew up thinking that throwing things and sobbing and slamming doors, followed by expensive jewelry and HIGH spirits was a normal course of business.
Hugh grew up with parents who rarely fought... in fact, he can't remember once seeing or hearing an argument.
Of course, both sets of parents are now divorced, so apparently neither method is particularly successful.
Needless to say, our marriage took a few years of serious tweaking between his unwillingness to fight (annoying) and my drama-'til-dawn approach to issue solving.
We've managed to come to a pretty good place.
Until last night when we had the mother of all arguments.
And now I remember just why we don't fight: It sucks the soul right out of you. He is all, "I think that this has actually been beneficial and helpful" and I am thinking, "I want to smack you right in the helpful and beneficial, bub!"
So, Internet, I ask you: Do you fight with your significant other? What is your "style" and, more importantly, do you go to bed angry?
And, can you take my husband for a few days?