Dear Diary,
I'm so angry! I'm also very upset. Rick and I just had our first argument as a married couple. It was stupid, really. We were just disagreeing over where to put his easy chair and somehow it escalated into this huge fight!
Oh, God, I'm crying. I positively detest crying. But I can't help it. We both said such horrible things to each other. I realize now that I didn't mean all that I said, but what if he actually meant all that he said. If he did then I have every reason to cry.
But maybe I'm overreacting. He does have a temper, as do I. But if his temper includes him saying horrible things to me along the lines of,
"I can't believe I married into this," then I'm not sure I'm prepared to handle his temper.
And now he's gone. He simply looked at me and then turned at walked out the door, slamming it behind him. I'm not sure when, or if, he'll be back.
But Diary, I do love him. I'm scared to lose him. What if he doesn't come back? What if he leaves me? What if it's over?
Jonathan is trying to comfort me, but it's no use. So he just left and went to look for Rick. It's beginning to storm. I hope Rick took a coat; he could catch his death of cold.
Oh, I do hope he comes back soon. The rain is coming down very hard now. I'm so worried.
I just heard a door open. I'll write back in a few moments.
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Sorry, Diary, it's been more like a few hours instead of moments. All in all, we've made up, thank goodness.
That was Rick at the door. He came in, soaked to the bone. I offered him a towel, and he gratefully took it.
Then we sat down to talk. We talked about everything that we had said. I apologized, he apologized. It was wonderful. I now realize that we will always have our arguments. But the bottom line is, we love each other. We always will. No little argument could ever change that.
Rick is changing into his pajamas now. We're turning in, we've both had a long day.
I really should stop now, he's climbing into bed. Thank you for letting me vent, Diary. You've helped me more than you could know.
~Evelyn
I'm so angry! I'm also very upset. Rick and I just had our first argument as a married couple. It was stupid, really. We were just disagreeing over where to put his easy chair and somehow it escalated into this huge fight!
Oh, God, I'm crying. I positively detest crying. But I can't help it. We both said such horrible things to each other. I realize now that I didn't mean all that I said, but what if he actually meant all that he said. If he did then I have every reason to cry.
But maybe I'm overreacting. He does have a temper, as do I. But if his temper includes him saying horrible things to me along the lines of,
"I can't believe I married into this," then I'm not sure I'm prepared to handle his temper.
And now he's gone. He simply looked at me and then turned at walked out the door, slamming it behind him. I'm not sure when, or if, he'll be back.
But Diary, I do love him. I'm scared to lose him. What if he doesn't come back? What if he leaves me? What if it's over?
Jonathan is trying to comfort me, but it's no use. So he just left and went to look for Rick. It's beginning to storm. I hope Rick took a coat; he could catch his death of cold.
Oh, I do hope he comes back soon. The rain is coming down very hard now. I'm so worried.
I just heard a door open. I'll write back in a few moments.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry, Diary, it's been more like a few hours instead of moments. All in all, we've made up, thank goodness.
That was Rick at the door. He came in, soaked to the bone. I offered him a towel, and he gratefully took it.
Then we sat down to talk. We talked about everything that we had said. I apologized, he apologized. It was wonderful. I now realize that we will always have our arguments. But the bottom line is, we love each other. We always will. No little argument could ever change that.
Rick is changing into his pajamas now. We're turning in, we've both had a long day.
I really should stop now, he's climbing into bed. Thank you for letting me vent, Diary. You've helped me more than you could know.
~Evelyn