So, no I am not having problems with my BF. But I am reading Wendell Berry's Hannah Coulter and I got to this passage in the book: (it is kind of long sorry)
We had often enough the pleasure of making up, because we fell out often enough. But now, looking back, it is hard to say why we fell out, or what we fell out about, or why whatever we fell out about ever mattered. Even then it was sometimes hard to say.
One time we were fussing and Nathan looked at me right in the middle of it and said, "Hannah, what in the hell got us started on this?"
I said, "I don't know."
"Well, I don't know either," he said. "So I think I'm going to quit."
"Well, go ahead and quit," I said.
He Said, "I already did." And that was the last word that time.
We quarreled because we loved each other, I have no doubt of that. We were trying to become somehow the same person, one flesh, and we often failed. When distance came between us, we would blame it on each other. And here is a wonder. I maybe never loved him so much or yearned toward him so much as when I was mad at him. It's not as simple thing, this love.
I thought it was really interesting, because I feel like in this society fighting is looked down on as a sign of a bad relationship. Clearly in this book it is not. It is considered a part of loving someone. What do you girls think? Is this a part of loving someone? If not what do you think is a part of loving someone?
Married! May 27th, 2012