At that moment we were in different cities and different time zones.
Cute household correspondence at some point - I did not follow - was filled with a degree of emotion.
We began to quarrel.
The peculiarity of the dialogue in the correspondence is that you yourself think the intonation.
For example, a husband asks a question:
- Why did you even go there?
With curiosity. Without collision. Just clarifies.
And I read a formidable attack: "Why did you send it there ???"
And I begin to defend myself.
- That is why discuss what has already happened? This is utter nonsense! - I'm angry. - And why should I account for where I go?
And the word-for-word - rushed.
Each phrase - a storm of emotions.
Bricks of claims in elegant foil of politeness.
Perturbation, hidden in the coldness.
Then I was tired of swearing - we already had midnight, and my husband was in a different time zone - and I wrote that I was going to bed.
The conversation remained incomplete, both were offended at each other, a compromise and did not smell.
I turned off the phone, threw it away and fell asleep. My rule - do not fall asleep quarreled - did not work if I was offended so much.
I dreamed of a ninth wave, storm, and waves the size of a house.
In the morning I woke up. Outside the window is the sun.
I drank delicious coffee. Mood is good. I wanted to write to my husband something tender and inspiring. Something about love.
I turned on the phone and saw in the mail the remnants of yesterday's correspondence.
I left the network, but he did not understand, and he also wrote-wrote something outraged in response.
These remnants of yesterday burdocks, prickly verbal slaps poured out at me.
The desire to write to the grace immediately disappeared, I wanted to protect my borders.
I began to ominously write otvetku. Malicious and ernically. After a minute, I had a feeling that I didn’t sleep at all, and we cursed all night without a break.
A few hours later, my husband, who woke up in a bad mood, decided to fix it urgently by reconciling with me. He wanted to write something nice, something about love.
But opening the correspondence, he ran into my fresh polite nasty things. His mood collapsed, the quarrel continued ...
Later, when we made up (and where are we going to go?), And this situation with readiness for reconciliation on both sides became clear, it became obvious to me that staying in a quarrel was the most difficult, but the most effective.
If you want to end the quarrel exactly (do not stay right, do not splash out emotions, namely finish) - one should not look for the most intelligible prickly epithets, do not try to have time to express everything that has boiled, not get angry, hiding an insult in causticity, but just shut up.
The quarrel must dry up, run aground and, already there, where there are no raging passions, two close people, smiling at each other, will easily and friendlyly find out in the dialogue what they need to find out.
Now, in the 15th year of family life, the cardiogram of our quarrels is very predictable. She jumps a sine wave for ten minutes, and then rrrraz - and ends forever.
Some of us just wisely stop.
Enough!
Then he threatens, rudely attracts his partner and kisses her lips sharply.
And this is the strongest argument in any dispute.
And sometimes the husband becomes hysterical, slam the door and leaves the house.
And I do not worry. I know that he will return in half an hour with a package of products and a bouquet of lilacs.
And I will leave the kitchen and say the phrase-password:
- Did you buy green peas?
And he will answer with a password-password:
- I see canned food - this is your signature dish.
And we will zazhhem, realizing that the quarrel is settled.
It is so important to understand that you yourself are the conductor of your emotions ...