This applies to those of you living together too.
You know that moment when you’d normally storm off? When you have had it and need some time to cool down?
When you share a house with someone, it makes you feel sick. Because you’ve got nowhere to go. The first time is the worst. Realising you are trapped. And then you learn how to argue productively, fairly, and in a way that leads to results.
Massive disclaimer: I don’t have a perfect marriage. Mark and I seldom argue since we took our vows (which ironically included to argue and agree with), but when we do… we fight fair. And we’ve learned to fight in a way that is productive. I don’t have it all figured out, but this post is about trying to help you guys who might be struggling with this.