A-Grade Fight

Brad and I got into a huge fight last night, or one of our A-Grade fights as he calls them. We've only had a few, I think I can count four now. This recent fight began yesterday morning when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Some things were already bothering me and I neglected to share them with Brad. These things had nothing to do with him, but I ended up taking them out on him, claiming it was about his playing Xbox and ignoring the dishes and laundry. For the rest of the day we ignored each other. By the time his friends came over for pre-drinks, they could tell we were in a fight. With about ten minutes on the clock before we were leaving for a friend's welcome home party, the stubborn me still hadn't made up her mind whether or not to go.

Once we dropped his friends off at the party and he started to take me home, that's when the real fun began. All I wanted was to finally call a truce and forget the whole day had happened, but Brad wanted no part of that. He was so mad that I was just giving it all up after ignoring him the entire day. I don't really blame him but he took it so far, I found myself sobbing and yelling like I usually do when we fight. That's how our fights always are; high on adrenalin and very low on respect or thinking before we speak.

I figured every couple goes through these nights once in awhile, it happens. I ended up being the first to call this morning, twice. Finally, about an hour later he picked up the third time to tell me he was playing video games with his friend. He said he'd bring me my stuff from his house around 4, but then called me to say they were still hanging out. He asked if I was mad, but I'm not, I said I just feel like we both owe each other an apology. I owe him one for starting it yesterday, and he owes me one for taking it too far last night. He disagreed, told me that only he owed me one. That's great and all, but don't tell me over the phone. Come over and talk to me about everything, PLEASE. So now we've settled for seven, which means it should still be sunny and warm enough for a walk and talk, hopefully.

But guys, seriously, if you really care about a girl then call her first the next morning when you know you did wrong, and make it a priority to talk to her. And, why am I here writing about this while he gets to hang out with his buddies and forget about it? Actions speak louder than words.