A couple of nights ago my husband and I were fighting over something, as always, silly. I actually can’t even remember what it was now, so obviously it was pretty trivial. At the time though, I found this argument of utmost importance. It was one in the morning when he used the word “Selfish”,explaining that I was keeping him up arguing when he had to get up early. I, being mature, stormed out of the room pouting and crying. I was still crying on my couch in the office when I heard my door creak open. This is what I heard in between sniffles:
“Baby? Come to bed.”
Dramatic cry from yours truly.
“Please come to bed?”
“Baby,I can’t sleep without you.”
At this point he was just being too cute and I continued my sniffling by standing up and slowly walking up to him. He held me in the doorway of my office for a few minutes and just let me cry. Sometimes I’m irrational and silly and girly and dangit, I just need to cry. What amazes me is that he gets that. We went to bed after that, and I suppose I continued being selfish because he still didn’t get any sleep for a while. But he wasn’t complaining and we definitely weren’t fighting anymore.