It was like going to war whenever I had an argument with Tobias. Just like two opponents on the battlefield, we went at each other with every intention of hurting the other person, which wasn’t something that you might expect from two people in love. Our very unkind treatment of each other sometimes made me doubt if there was any love at all. If we did love each other, wouldn’t we at least try to hear the other person out? We both, on the contrary, never seemed to do that.
Just like all the previous times, we’d managed to keep up with the same pattern. We both once again did not allow the other person to be heard, something that made me question if my marriage with Tobias could last.
Growing despondent with every thought that contributed to what had transpired in the afternoon with Of
