It was a normal summer night in New England. The lady and I were on the highway, we had driven up from the ‘burbs in search of fine cuisine. We were hungry and wanted to frolic in the city, but our relationship was toxic; it didn’t take long until we got into an argument in the car. As always, I retreated and closed up, sulking as I threw more weight onto the gas pedal.
She was a stubborn beauty. Ferocious when she took a stance and hard to admit defeat if she was wrong. I don’t exactly remember what we fought about (something stupid I’m sure), but I do remember I was right.
We drove into the city after some time of silence. She had started doing what she always did when she was wrong in a fight. She would resort to sarcastic and dry humor and act like noting ever happened. I was the exact opposite of her- I would mull over our arguments. I’m very passive aggressive, I was notorious for brooding and moping. She loved to patronize me during those episodes. I did my best to ignore her during the drive. She knew I was angry