Granted, we were pretty young when we got married - barely 21 - but aside from the fact that we were young, I had a lot to learn.
It may have stemmed from the dynamics in my family growing up, as all good love stories go, of course, but I never really learned how to properly "fight." In our house, it was a lot of hurt feelings, emotions brushed under the rug, cold shoulders, and then, finally, when the tension moved from "simmer" to "burn," a giant, violent explosion.
No one is perfect of course, but looking back, I can see how unhealthy my version of dealing with conflict was.
And of course, like a dowry from the blushing bride, I was only too happy to bring my conflict baggage straight into the sacred bond of our marriage.
My favorite form of fighting in those turbulent early years?
The silent treatment.
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