Stay or Go

There comes a point where you have to decide, weigh the pros and cons, and commit one way or another.  My frustration may not be completely unwarrented but I can't keep spazing out, it isn't good for either of us.  After a proper freak out, Beni could barely look at me, my words have a tendency to sting and hit where it hurts most.  I questioned everything and he wasn't the only one left wondering if I would stay.

Fighting has become our third wheel.  We have lost our balance.  Our honeymoon period was interrupted by brothers, cousins, and the impossible feat of learning other languages.  The same things that make us prime reality show candidates are very close to tearing us apart.  But I guess it's up to us if we let them.

We had a sober sit down and made a decision.  Our good times still outweigh the bad.  We are happier together than we would be apart.  So we stay, we try, and I try to stop flipping out.

We'll see how it goes...