Last night we had a visitor: A friend of my wife who regularly has comprehensive arguments with her husband and decides to leave him until he has called, pleading forgiveness, for what she considers is a sufficient number of times. He is French so no doubt the pleas include much invisible arm-waving, shoulder shrugging, and weeping at appropriate moments. She is Thai so no doubt her responses include much shouting and Thai expletives (I always know when my wife is extra-upset with me, she reverts to Thai and the decibels rise significantly).
Anyway, a nice juicy piece of intrigue for the wife to investigate and they disappeared into a bedroom for an extended husband complaint session, leaving me with a gin and tonic or two and a couple of hours of uninterrupted game playing.
Things went downhill slightly today with the collection of her son from school, meaning that we now have a child in the house, an addition that neither myself or the cats particularly enjoy. Still, I am sure reconciliation is but a few hours away and life will return to normal.
Fortunately, my wife and I have developed finely tuned disagreement strategies. If she throws a wobbly, I establish a distance between us of at least 10 metres and/or one wall, and wait. After a duration of between one and three hours, she will close the distance, throw her arms around me and say she is sorry. Begrudgingly, I will forgive her. If I get pissed off, then the strategy is pretty much the same, except I augment the situation with disgruntled grunts and over-the-top sulking. Notice that in both cases she is clearly in the wrong. One day, there may need to be a strategy for when I am at fault; but of course that has never happened.
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2008-05-18| Billy saysIs she still there?
2008-05-18| Spike saysNo. Moved out the same evening and battle updates are now received via long telephone conversations. I am provided with summaries. Makes me glad I am with who I am with.