We had a huge, dynamic changing fight yesterday. Though I don’t think he knows. I do that from time to time…make a mountain out of mole hill. Its not all my fault. When you spend your entire life believing no one gives two pence if you’re around, its easy to believe people will walk away if you give them enough time.

It started out like any other couples fight. Ben said something about my weight and I took it very badly. (I can be a very typical chick even when I don’t want to be.) He took one look at my face and sounded the retreat.

“I’m sorry…”, he said. Like that was enough.

Quick note to you gentlemen, out there. Always go for the hug and “Of course, I would never think that! You are gorgeous!” Yes, we know its bullshit, but its like with ‘just eating one more chip’. Its a lie that makes life easier to stomach.

Sooo anyway, that wasn’t so bad. A part of me knew it wasn’t meant as an insult. I pouted and went to the bedroom. This is where it gets messy. Thinking there was nothing he could do or say right, he decides ON HIS OWN, we need ‘space‘. I look out the window…Ben is getting in his car…and leaving.

BOYS AND GIRLS, PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELTS…WE HAVE NOW HIT PLAID!

I grew up in a house were fights happened…often and with impunity Everyone argued, yelled and then went about their day. But if it got bad enough were people walked out the door…well, they typically didn’t come back. It meant “Your bullshit has reached my limit.” So, to say I didn’t take this well it an understatement.

Imagine any drama, romance or other bullshit movie you’ve seen in your adult or semi-adult life…typically one or the other runs out into the cold, chasing after their mate, Trying to stop them and screaming their undying devotion or a torrent of vitriol while gesticulating wildly and plainly making an utter fool of both parties. Spoiler Alert: This is not the first one.

Plus side? My neighbors didn’t have to worry about the fact they missed their Telenovela earlier that day. Daytime Emmy here I come.

I’m gonna rap this up because its becoming to ‘Bridget Jones” for my taste.

But in the grand scheme of things, we both learned something. I now know people just need a moment to think…that not everyone feels as comfortable voicing every little thing that runs screaming through their head and that it doesn’t mean they want out. They just want time.

….And he now knows my best time on 0 to screeching harpy is a lot shorter than was previously believed. And that it might be best to clarify his intentions when entering or exiting said dwelling for fear of violent repercussions.

…And knowing is half the battle!