Stressed. Standard operating procedure of my current week. I've come to the conclusion H and I don't know how to fight.
There are very few things that we really disagree on, and the biggie reared its' ugly head this past week. Details, details... I won't say they're unimportant. I'm just too exhausted to hash them out here.
I wish I were a screamer, a thrower, a blow-my-stack tantrum-er. We might actually get a resolution to this issue... Instead we both withdraw to our separate corners and the tension is permeating, deafening. Can you learn to be a yeller?
I wish this was a drooly post over Brad Pitt, but... there you go.