“Of course we squabble, we’re in a relationship”, I said to my uncle who asked my brother if we quarreled while in London.
Sometimes it could drag for hours in the night and other times, it would be in silence in the car.
And lately, it’s been about our tones.
Just a few days ago, we had a small tiff because he was whispering while giving me instructions when parking the car. And, I fired up telling him that he was speaking too softly. Of course, he didn’t like my tone.
At the end of the day, I realise that I never want to do this with anyone else. I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy it as much as I do with him. I guess that’s what loving someone could be about.