Ouch Couch.

As I stood seething in the corner, arms folded and face red, I saw her go into the bedroom….
We’d been married two years now and the fights were getting harder to patch up.
Tonight was particularly bitter… We hadn’t fought like this since one of our early dating days. But back then, things were different. I’d cool off with my friends and she’d cool off with hers… And we’d go back to being oh-so-inseparable the next day.
The thought brought a flicker of a smile to my face. Gosh, I loved her. I still loved her.
The fight was all MY fault. I knew that. The manly thing to do was to apologize. But…. the testosterone was high and my ego was higher.
Anyway, I would make it up to her in bed. She always lets me.
And then I saw something that made my heart sink.
She was walking towards the couch with a pillow and a throw rug.
It had finally happened. We were gonna be one of those couch-couples where the wife typically tells the husband ‘It’s the couch for you tonight!’. We’d seen it in cartoons and movies but we’d NEVER not spent the night together after a fight.
I suppose this meant that the love was gone…. It was really gone!
Resigned to my fate, I stepped up to the couch… I knew I deserved it… I was SUCH a colossal jerk to her tonight.
I was just about to sink into the little couch when she pushed me out of the way.
“The couch isn’t big enough for you. This is where I sleep tonight.” With that, she dropped into the worn in upholstery and turned away from me.
And at that moment, my heart broke ever so silently.

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