Well, didn't quite lose my temper.
But I decided not to just take it this time either,
even if her mom is present.
How did this argument begin in the first place?
We were looking for something,
and I couldn't remember where it was.
Sometimes I'm right about where it is,
sometimes I'm not.
Let's just look for it, you know?
It wasn't even something important.
Just a goddamn transport card.
As usual,
she's so fucking convinced that she's right
about who took what...
she flat out refuses to check any other places
and gets super pissed about it,
raising her voice even with her mom and the baby nearby.
Even after I make it clear that yeah,
she could be right,
but why don't we just check, you know?
She has been wrong in the past (something which she fucking hates admitting to).
It wasn't over something urgent.
I get that she hates that I think she might be mistaken.
But these are little disputes of memory people have
ALL THE GODDAMN TIME.
The objective is to find the item.
Not to determine who remembered what correctly.
And hell, once you find the thing,
you'll probably figure out who made the mistake.
In this case,
it was me.
And I'm open to this.
I told her I could barely remember.
But nope.
Even after I've located it,
she's still shouting,
being angry,
telling me how she's right.
I've lost count of the number of times she's done this.
Over small fucking things.
An argument over nothing.
Fucking absolutely nothing.
Even after I admit I'm wrong,
it's apparently not enough.
I had to walk away because
she would've just continued to escalate the situation.
And for what?
To be right?
Not just to be right,
but to rub it in the other person's face,
and spit on them?
What would be the point of that?
Enough of this shit already.
