I hate fighting. I like resolution. I'd prefer it if the resolution came promptly after the fight.
My man would be fine just hanging up pissed off at each other and then pretending like nothing happened the next day. I don't know why, but I can't function like this.
Also, I don't think I'm smart enough to win an argument.
I will start off strong but I'm draggin ass by the end of the race. I forget my point, I start blubbering mindlessly, I go on tangents that take me far away from whatever I was angry about to begin with.
Also, I'm poorly armed with a shit memory. So if someone asks me to give them an example of the behavior I am accusing them of...I'm all...."Uhhh....I DON'T KNOW I JUST KNOW YOU DO IT. FUCKER."
Fuck.
I don't have any fight or flight either. I just stand there, like a dumb ass...lost. (Ref: Ford Fuckus if necessary)
I *think* the fights I witnessed/participated in as a child just weren't sufficient.
Mom: HEY, Laura! Did you just slam the door on me?
(I look around, I'm the only one there.)
Me: I'm not Laura.
Mom: WHY DID YOU SLAM THE DOOR ON ME LAURA?!
Me: No one slammed the door. I'm also still not Laura.
Mom: YOU are a little bitch, YOU KNOW THAT LAURA?
Me: Ok, fine...I'll be Laura. But who are you going to be?
Mom: I can't even deal with you right now. I need to find my other daughter.
Other daughter, meaning me, of course...but I didn't have the heart to tell her. She just seemed so determined!
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