Fighting, but not the kung fu kind

[theatokos]

As much as I hate fighting, mainly because I don't deal well with being angry and I turn into a mean, snide bitch, I find it helpful, cathartic, and quite productive. Adam and I spent most of the day in snit, with two blow outs in between. At the end of the day, we were exhausted but had worked out some hidden resentments and I had some flashes of insight into myself.

This morning I feel a little hung over from the intensity of yesterday, but it's fresh beautiful morning, Bennett is extra cute, and the day is chock full of goodness: play group, grocery shopping, a trip to the library, a visit to the Welsh-language day care (we're hoping to put B in for two half-days a week) and amazing lentil soup leftovers for dinner.

Comments

[keypike.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I think that fighting forces you to address things exactly *because* it turns you into the person that you're not happy being. By being mean or snippy (or in my case weepy and sensitive), you give voice to the issues that you otherwise push down below the surface.

But it only works if there's genuine desire on both ends to resolve the fight... if either side is too entrentched and isn't intersted in resolution, then it just becomes resentful.

Glad you came through the other side feeling positive...