tuckova

If you’re really mad at the person you sleep with, like so mad that you
think you can’t even bear to sleep with that person or maybe just so
mad that you want to Send Them A Message by not sleeping with them,
it’s probably a good idea to alert that person to the level of your
anger sometime before you go to sleep on the couch.

Otherwise the next day you find yourself with a crick in your neck,
explaining to the person who totally missed the whole thing that they
slept alone because you were an angry angry little red hen, finding
your grain of anger and growing it up and baking a loaf of resentment
and ruffled feathers while the other person slept peacefully away, and
at some point in your angry narrative you will realize which one of you
was ridiculous.

Then one of you will have a good cry and both of you will have a good
laugh and you will be very glad that the couch is as comfortable as it
is because otherwise you would be up more than a crick without a paddle
of reason, and that night you will sleep together like sensible people;
I mean all things considered it’s not a bad way to spend a fight, but
wouldn’t it have been better if… no, actually, this is a happy story
all around. Another anecdote, an annecdote, the antidote to the sadness
you would carry around if you didn’t have the sense to shake it out,
hold it away from you, realize that it’s a color that has never suited
you anyway, no matter how flattering the cut.