So, I tried to post a prequel to this, but blogger hates me lately (or maybe you can see the post and I can't, it involves an awesome award and other gloriousness)- blogger likes to fuck with me like that.
I am partaking in an interesting idea proposed by -R-.
An anonymous blog share, of sorts. A large group of us signed up, and we are posting anonymously on other people's blogs for one day. It was entirely random, and in it's randomness, perfect.
So today's blog is not authored by me.
It is a fellow blogger that needs to get something off her chest (yes, it is a girl in this case). For whatever reason she can't post this on her own blog and I'm down with that. Who am I to judge? Lots of times there are things that even the most "put it all out there" of us can't put all out there. Such is life and having a job and family and responsibilities.
Ladies and gentlemen: A blogger's confession:
Know what I never want to admit to my blogging public?
I like to fight.
If I'm even the slightest bit cranky, I will pick a fight with my significant other before you can blink. In calmer moments, he and I have rationally discussed this strange proclivity of mine. He does his best, he really does, not to take my critical outbursts too seriously. Occasionally, he succeeds in making a joke as I'm slipping and sliding into the argue-y place, which jolts me out of my funk. Other times, his lighthearted jokes only make me angrier and only make me assert more vehemently that I am really angry and I am SERIOUS about this.
And, you know what? I have behaved this way in every relationship I have ever been in. This ain't new. My past loves ended for a variety of reasons, but my tendency to fight it out has always battered the relationship. So far, I don't think my significant other and I are in danger of failing. For the most part, our relationship seems solid and we're happy together. But I worry sometimes that he'll wake up in 20 years and think, "If I hear her criticize and pick a fight with me one. more. time. I'll explode."
I worry that by then, it will be too late.