Man oh man.

It's been a long, treacherous day already and its not even four o'clock.

Guys drive me nuts. It's official. Simply asking Zach to pick up his jeans and bag the garbage can today set off World War 3. We rarely have these big blow up fights. You know, the kind where you prod and poke and make nasty comments to make the other feel bad? Yeah, it was that kind. We calmed down enough to apologize to each other, but we decided to just spend the rest of the day away from each other to avoid fueling anything.

It's weird. Sometimes I feel judged by other people because we have these fights. I've had people [who are no longer my friends] tell me how unhealthy it is to fight like this and we might as well call it quits now. They've said it's not normal, it's verbal abuse. My favorite was from a girl I am no longer friends with. She said because she and her boyfriend of 3 months hadn't ever done that, we shouldn't either.

Right.

I know people fight like we do. I hear stories about it all the time and it doesn't seem like a big deal.

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But there are other people who act like they would never in a million years say something hurtful to the one they love. They've never fought seriously ever and have been the happiest they've ever been all the time. Never any threats of ending the relationship, saying how much they wish they were different, nothing. It's like putting on a show for everyone, making it look like your the happiest.

I'm going to dinner with my best friend Dorry. She is like my unbiological sister. She has never once let me down in the time I've known her, and I know tonight will be no different.

Thank goodness for this blog. I'd be driving myself crazy without being able to think this out by writing it down =]