If you are in a relationship, it is safe to say you have arguments. By nature, I have to have fights in order to stay passionate in a relationship — they are necessary. In Pat Benatar’s words: "love is a battlefield, and I have to ensure that it stays that way."
Call me dysfunctional, but I think most women can relate to the hunger for passion. Either way, a fight is a fight, and during every fight, I tend to go through the same process in my head.
1. Uh, I hate him.
This is the period during our fight when I run into the bedroom and slam the door behind me in pure anger. The liberating feeling lasts for about 10 seconds before I'm questioning my actions. Shots have been fired and I have threatened to break up with him at least three times since we started yelling at each other… Wait, why do I immediately regret doing that? Uh, I hate him.
2. Is he ever going to come knock on the door?
At this point, I’m questioning the fight and whether or not I’m just being over dramatic. Does it really matter if he was home all day and didn’t clean up for me? Am I being a crazy girl? My mother has always told me that it is important to pick my battles wisely. No. I decide that my wrath is perfectly justified and remain pouting on my bed. I tell myself that I will give him 20 minutes to come apologize before I go stay at a friends for the night.
3. Okay, it’s been 25 minutes, he clearly doesn’t love me.
25 minutes? Hah. What an a**. Does he think he can just sit in the other room and watch TV like nothing has happened? I swear, I’m going to leave this house and never come back. But my friends all live so far away. Plus, I have class tomorrow and our house is so much closer to campus which means if I stay here, I can sleep in. Okay, I will give it another 25 minutes.
4. Should I apologize?
Wow, I’m officially having a stakeout in my bedroom, it’s been over an hour. If he hasn’t apologized yet, maybe I’m the problem? I think I will go pretend that I need some water. Yes, great idea. I will put on sexy pajamas and go grab a drink of water, then he will have to face me and say he’s sorry. If were being honest here, by now I’ve completely forgotten why we started fighting in the first place, but I’m going to stand my ground.
5. Whats for dinner?
Well, that certainly didn’t go as planned. He asked what I wanted for dinner and the thought of pizza erased my memory completely. Pizza, it is.




















