Going to Bed Angry

I did it. I went to bed angry. They tell you not to, but I did. And I lived to tell the tale.

We were in bed, having one of those "Why can't you just say the right thing?"/"Why can't you just tell me what to say?" arguments, when my eyes began stinging from lack of sleep. So I shut them. Just for a second, just to rest. But I maintained a fabulously formidable scowl to show my opponent that our spat was still very much in play.

I woke up seven hours later — scowling — and even more outraged than I'd been the night before. The row was unresolved and now we had broken the cardinal rule of couplehood, too; no good could come of this ...

It was only weeks ago, while lunching at Stella Mare's, that we got to chatting with an elderly couple sitting near us. Holding hands and beaming like the stars of a Cialis commercial, they told us their "secret": "Never go to bed angry."

Seriously? I thought. That's it? That lame old saw? I'd never really understood the adage because I never go to bed angry. I can't. To me, going to bed mad means I've lost the argument. Which is something I don't do willingly.

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