No, I enjoy respectful discussion and learning. There is a huge difference. When you get to the raised voices, snide remarks, and it feels like your hair is on fire the whole time it’s arguing.
I lived with a woman who loved to constantly bicker and argue, sometimes to the point where there were screaming matches over stupid stuff. You didn’t dare defy her. She was in a family that constantly fought and argued over pretty things. I was stuck with it and arguing with her boyfriends who 80 percent of the time were not all that bright. I hated arguing by the time I was in school.
That was my mother. When I finally left I could eat a meal and be sick, vomiting a green slime because of the constant fighting and crap. My son a few months prior had passed away at 9 days old, we had been homeless because of her decisions to not pay things, and her latest winner of a boyfriend kept picking fights with me because I was younger so obviously I knew nothing and he knew it all.
This man screwed up so many things because he could do it all. He did a brake job on a car and had to treat it apart again because he messed something else up. Not to mention he didn’t torque the lug nuts. My mother’s previous boyfriend would hand me a part and tell me, “the pickup needs tree water pump replaced, go do it.” When I had never done one in my life without telling me how pre internet and had no problem. From around 9 to i was 18 that guy who was a former biker, maybe draftee, and spent 15 years in maximum security prison for beating the crap of of his ex and her new man then taking a TV and slamming it on the man’s head nearly killing them both so also seemed to hate my guts.
I finally left not long after she got drunk and pissed off at me for something and told me how her life had been ruined because she had me.
I can’t stand fighting and arguing. I can’t stand taking on the phone either, my mother loved yelling and slamming them too she had the 50 foot cord and loved the cordless ones.
The only time I had fun with arguing was in WoW… have some public fight and be breezing through, then stir the pot and leave. Come back hours later and they were still at it. My favorite was for the grammar nazi’s, a simple, “There, their, they’re… it’ll be ok.” Was my favorite.
No, I enjoy respectful discussion and learning. There is a huge difference. When you get to the raised voices, snide remarks, and it feels like your hair is on fire the whole time it’s arguing.
I lived with a woman who loved to constantly bicker and argue, sometimes to the point where there were screaming matches over stupid stuff. You didn’t dare defy her. She was in a family that constantly fought and argued over pretty things. I was stuck with it and arguing with her boyfriends who 80 percent of the time were not all that bright. I hated arguing by the time I was in school.
That was my mother. When I finally left I could eat a meal and be sick, vomiting a green slime because of the constant fighting and crap. My son a few months prior had passed away at 9 days old, we had been homeless because of her decisions to not pay things, and her latest winner of a boyfriend kept picking fights with me because I was younger so obviously I knew nothing and he knew it all.
This man screwed up so many things because he could do it all. He did a brake job on a car and had to treat it apart again because he messed something else up. Not to mention he didn’t torque the lug nuts. My mother’s previous boyfriend would hand me a part and tell me, “the pickup needs tree water pump replaced, go do it.” When I had never done one in my life without telling me how pre internet and had no problem. From around 9 to i was 18 that guy who was a former biker, maybe draftee, and spent 15 years in maximum security prison for beating the crap of of his ex and her new man then taking a TV and slamming it on the man’s head nearly killing them both so also seemed to hate my guts.
I finally left not long after she got drunk and pissed off at me for something and told me how her life had been ruined because she had me.
I can’t stand fighting and arguing. I can’t stand taking on the phone either, my mother loved yelling and slamming them too she had the 50 foot cord and loved the cordless ones.
The only time I had fun with arguing was in WoW… have some public fight and be breezing through, then stir the pot and leave. Come back hours later and they were still at it. My favorite was for the grammar nazi’s, a simple, “There, their, they’re… it’ll be ok.” Was my favorite.