Fed Up

Mr. Big and I got into a little bit of an argument today.  And I'll admit that our arguments have progressed from knock down, drag out fights where we go straight for the jugular to actual conversations.  Sometimes they get a little heated, but they are actual conversations.  We both make points, discuss them, and come to a conclusion.  So there is progress.

One of the things he said to me was that I make him "stressed, anxious, paranoid, angry -

things never even have a chance to settle - because we engage in sh^t like this."

By shit like this, he means, arguments.  I'm at my wits end because I am so ready for something good to happen and for this stupidity to be over.  And he constantly tells me not to hold things in until they explode and to talk to him...but yet, when I talk to him and tell him what's going on and how I'm feeling, this is the response I get.