I’m sitting at my table at midnight, about to get offline, and the couple in the adjoining apartment is fighting about how he ALWAYS has to wait for her after work, and she NEVER has to wait for him.

It makes me glad that I know how to have a productive argument, devoid of such absolute terms, and more than that, how not to have ridiculous fights about such stupid things.

Of course, that’s easy for me to say, sitting in my kitchen, hearing their voices rising from behind the wall and resisting the urge to open the cabinets to get a better listen.

So then I start wishing I had a live-in partner, so I could test my theory that divorce and bad marriages are good for something and that mine taught me how to fight fairly.

Meanwhile, I hope Sam & Travis don’t go to bed angry.

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