We have found common ground: we have admitted fault, hugged it out, and had a good ol fashioned cry. The fact is we love each other dearly, just have stubborn streaks a mile long and independence-issues that fight towards things like, oh marriage and commitment and compromise. :)
I have to admit, I am writing heavily buzzed from my NINE ounces of wine I just drank, in an effort to quell the throbbing in my finger after dropping a 10 lb weight on it. I tried ice, to no avail; it hurt like hell. Pete said, would you like some alcohol? My fingernail is blue and pain shoots up to my elbow, so um yes, I'll take some wine. Good thing I measured it (and counted it, thankyouverymuch). I'm adopting Mrs. F's plan of counting calories, no matter what they are. I'm at 1345 and the night is young; I'm stopping at 1500. We'll see how it goes. And yes, that's pen mark next to my finger. I still get it all over my hands.
Thanks for all your comments today; fighting and intensity in relationships is all brand new to me, so it's scary as hell when it happens. It feels like the boat is capsizing at any moment... but it didn't. It's ok. Things aren't necessarily fixed, but we've got a plan in mind to move forward, and most of all, we're back to hugging. Yay hugging!