Lor was itching for a fight during her visit this weekend. Our dinner with Rankles didn't help matters, either. First, there was too much wine in her system. Then there was the long conversation about his marriage woes; that was one sure way to dredge up feelings that would eventually spark a fight.
Of course, she always chooses to fight as soon as we get into bed. This leads to even worse feelings. Earlier, while we were having dinner, Rankles asked us how we're doing as a couple. This came up again while Lor lay in bed. She said, "I should have told him the truth."
That is a perfect example of the complications that come from arguing in bed: Not only was she implying that our relationship is in bad shape, but she was talking about spilling her guts to another guy -- all while lying in bed; in other words, she allowed thoughts of someone else to invade the most intimate space that we have. Once again, it was a long, rough night.
So today I sent her a message asking whether it's over between us.
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