Last night we were in a fight, I don't know why.
(I can never remember why exactly, I just usually get enraged about some small thing and the act of the fight is bigger than anything I was really mad about).
He finally says: “You are acting.”
Me: “What?!”
Michael: “You constantly live to put on your own show. Is that right?”
Me: “Yes.”
Michael: “I just happen to be here, along for the ride.”
Me: “I guess that's pretty accurate.”
Fight over.
Have a fabulous weekend, don't do anything I wouldn't do.
