Anyone who knows me knows that the last thing I want to do to anyone is hurt them, especially by accident. I hadn't set out to do this, but I had done it all the same, and I felt hollow, empty, lower than anything. When she returned, she warned me that if I ever hurt her again, we'd have issues, and that was the final straw for my psyche. We got it all in the open, and worked it out. we saw where we'd reacted badly, misinterpreted things, and I kicked the shit out myself for my physical actions, though she did recognize that I wasn't setting out to hurt her and forgave me. Still, it took a good chunk of the day before I felt OK.
The other thing I've always prided myself on is not fighting in my relationships. I've heard some people say that it's just part of a relationship, but I don't believe that. I feel that things can be worked out without yelling, hurtful comments, and antagonism. Things like this, then, as you can imagine, don't sit well with me. Still, Jessica put it in a really good way: "When you love as passionately as we do, there are bound to be the occasional sparks. Besides, we always work it out and we always learn from it and become stronger."
True, true. That's my girl.