It's How I Roll

The past few days have had some difficult moments. The boy and I have been arguing with each other. We're not arguing about problems we have within us, but with situations we cannot control and are more external. So I guess arguing isn't the correct term. Hell, I don't know. What I do know is that we both want control and we both to be right and we both need acclaim.

Tonight, he was telling me about arguments, true arguments, that he's had with other women. Apparently they could get quite heated, and in one particular situation, he was afraid that a neighbor would call the cops.

I told him that that's not what I do. I said, "I'm more likely to walk away, to shut down and just get away from the situation. But I wonder, do I not have enough drama for you?" Because honestly, folks, it takes a lot of work (and not an inconsiderable amount of alcohol) to get me to really confront someone. I don't fight fairly; I fight to win. And for the most part, I inevitably do.

He told me, "Just walk away. And can we not talk about fighting anymore?"

Let's all keep our fingers crossed while I'm there.