Surviving the 1st argument

You’ve planned the trip of a lifetime. You’re excited, more than excited you’re ecstatic! Even better that you’ll be travelling with the love of your life and that they are just as giddy as you about it.

But wait…One day out of no where you have an arguement. Back home it would have just been one of those arguements that lasts as long as it takes to let of steam then you look at  each other and realise the world isn’t ending, your love hasn’t left and really it was no biggie so you kiss and make up almost as quick as it ignited in the first place. Only we ain’t at home. Everything is different. I can’t go and sulk in the other room as it isn’t there. I can’t go for a drive around the block or nip to the local offy for a bar of chocolate and bottle of wine or call my bezzi to right all wrongs that ever existed ever. We actually need each other regardless of how intense the urge is to flick him in the head. Also it kinda does feel like the world you’re living in is over. This was meant to be perfect. Seeing the world should be filled with joy, laughter and wonderment. An arguement  doesn’t feel like just an arguement away from home it feels like a let down. A realisation that nothing is perfect and pure happiness isn’t continuous. 

But then I think is that such a bad thing? Is it a bad thing that miles away from home when we really count on each other for protection and companionship that we argue or is it proof that we know we can let out our frustrations safe in the knowledge we will still be by each other’s side? Is it a bad thing to be reminded that you can’t be happy happy happy 24:7? I’m sure if you was to be happy all the time then it would loose some meaning and become pretty irritating to those around you! And who is to say an arguement signifies an imperfection anyway? It is perfectly normal to feel upset, angry and in pain and it is important to communicate these feelings so actually is denying an arguement hypercritical? 

Then I realise arguing away or at home is the same really. You say what you feels needs to be said in that instance, you sulk, you think everything’s changed and there is no coming back. Then he holds my hand and points out 2 monkeys picking their bums and feeding it to each other. We look at one another and realise nothing’s changed at all, the world is still turning and that we are still 2 people muddling our way through life occasionally getting it wrong (not me, him haha) but right by each other’s sides and very much together in love all the same 😊