I'm really realizing this is a long-term thing. Just because I get pissed at him for stealing part of my frozen yogurt, that doesn't mean I'm off and running for the lawyer. Even when he takes the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
When we're fighting and I say: "Do you have anything else to say?", it means I kind of want to wrap it up, and kind of want to keep it going.
The silent treatment is wasted on him. I mean totally wasted. Frustrating but also pretty cool.
He is not me. This is a shock and a tragedy and I have a lifetime to learn how to deal.
The cat is the ultimate arbiter. Let's face it.