I got into a fight today with Matt.

It was the first in months; and really, it had been coming. Matt’s been stressed out to no end because he finished TAFE (sort of like a 2 year college, but they call it certifications) and hasn’t been able to find a job due to living in a tiny town/it being the middle of winter.

Between that and missing me, he’s been taking it all really hard. I’ve tried being supportive, but the past week he’s been especially snappish and depressed. And so we finally fought about it. Despite my attempts to take half the blame in our argument, he refused to let me take much because he knew his attitude had been wringing it out of us.

And despite the crying, the horrible feelings and harsh words, fights always end up making us stronger and better. I never walk away feeling unsure of our relationship, but rather a sense of renewed purpose. It ends up bringing us closer together as a couple.

I hate fighting, but the results are worth it.

In case you’re curious, Matt resolved to stop focusing on the negative, but rather on the positive. He also is going to start being his loving, cuddly self again, which he’d pretty much stopped, and he realized how hard it was making things. Just hearing him talk, I have my happy, normal Matty again. Nothing compares to that joy.