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i'm really tired of fighting. even when there is nothing to fight about, we find something. even when we think we couldn't love each other any more, we find one more reason to pick at each others scabs.
sometimes they are real, crazy fights with insults being hurled and wrongs being committed at every turn. "I hate that your mom treats me like this!" "why do you let that girl hang on you like she does?" sometimes its something small. a roll of the eyes or a repressed sigh. Another little annoyance i just can't let go. "Why don't you keep the house clean when i'm gone?" "When was the last time you bothered to buy groceries?"
And then it hits me. I like to fight.
Why? What happened in my effed up childhood to make me want this? What happened in my past relationships to make me enjoy this? How can I change this?
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