Fighting... Bad!

Got in a fight with the hubs tonight. UGH! I hate fighting. I wish shit could just get burried and be burried forever, but unfortunately not with us. Somehow the shit always comes up like when strippers wrestle in mud. It gets over everyone and it isn't pretty, no matter which direction you look at it.

The other thing I hate when you get so mad, you get tired, which in turn makes you want to cry and sleep. Don't know if that is possible but I am at the sleeping crying phase right now. I don't want to talk to him because... well... just because. Fighting sucks and freaking solves nothing. I want to go to sleep but he is in the bedroom watching some obnoxious show with tons of people killing and dying.

UGH!