D and I don’t argue too often, but when we do, it’s usually pretty heated. This happened last night. Over something really stupid. Alcohol and politics tend to fuel these arguments, I’ve noticed.
Anyway…at first I rage cried, which I tend to do.
But then I rage fucked him, and it got a little crazy, like we somehow ended up outside fucking on the deck in like 45 degree weather, but it was soooo good. So after all that, we were all made up, and went to bed for more of the same.
I don’t like fighting, but I do like the making up.