stupid stuff…

So it seems like Sara and I have been arguing a lot lately, mostly over what seems to be stupid stuff in retrospect. You know the kind of fight – where you both raise your voices and point fingers, and then feel like shit about fifteen minutes later after the other person leaves the room. Those arguments where you feel like you’re dealing with a tremendously important concern at the time, but really it’s just small beans that, for some reason, you’ve decided to rant about simply for the sake of getting another’s goat. It’s not really that important, but it is, and yet, no – not really. Just let it go already…

I think stress in general is a lot to blame for it; stress, and change in general. She’s now been officially living here for just under a month, and over two in reality, and that’s still a lot to take on for a guy who’s never really lived with anybody before, much less held a relationship that’s lasted out much longer than what we’ve got going now. Don’t get me wrong – I have no doubts that we’re going to make it — this is the best relationship I’ve ever been in and I couldn’t imagine it all going away tomorrow. We keep telling ourselves that these are just the growing pains that people go through when they do this thing, but that doesn’t make it any easier when the rifts actually take place. Ugh.

I need to go buy a rose now…