I blew up on my mother earlier this week. It was bad. We were arguing for almost 12 hours straight (thanks goodness she was at work, unless it WOULD have been 12 hours straight). I ended my night with 3 beers and a long drive to the airport and back … by myself … after which I just went to bed and passed out.
The next morning, she apologized.
The next morning, I apologized.
Additionally, I explained my perspective and she in turn examined that perspective from her own point of view and found that where my perspective was bent out of shape in the first place (and hence my reaction), she DID understand what made me get to that point.
We both parted smiling. No hard feelings, full understanding on both our parts … and back on track, picking up where we left off.
Man. Sometimes I just LOVE this new me. Shades of the old one still exists, but the new one steps in at just the right times to make it better… and I KEEP getting better. 
Diagnosis: Fiery Prognosis: Positive
Wewt! Hooray for the light!
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{beams with pride}
MY friend. MINE!
Posted 20 Jun 2008 at 16:37:42 ¶blush
tonx.
Posted 20 Jun 2008 at 16:51:50 ¶I’m slowly getting there myself.
Posted 20 Jun 2008 at 18:14:15 ¶Feels good to make progress tho, doesn’t it? Kinda makes you wanna keep working on it?
Posted 20 Jun 2008 at 19:22:27 ¶