11:07 AM: Where I failed Saturday, I made an honest effort Sunday. In the past, I may have spitefully let the (one-sided) argument draw out as long as possible. I’d have not spoken to Suzi for days if not a week. Instead, I took her out to dinner and watched the walking dead . Plus we banged, which was pretty cool.
When she came home, I showed her the things I did around the house that I thought would make her happy. I told her I wanted her to tell me about her day and then go out to eat. After a little while, she asked if we were going to talk about why I got upset the previous night. I told her that I didn’t want to attack her with it right when she walked through the door and that it could wait until after dinner. She said she’d like to talk about it first. I told her why I got upset, which wasn’t entirely unreasonable. Her response was also not unreasonable, perhaps even less so.
The point is that I would have felt much better if I had not allowed my emotions to get the best of me on Saturday, but I’d still feel for shit now if I’d allowed it to bleed into Sunday and beyond. Not quite where I want to be, but definitely in a better place than I was.
