Legend has it that somewhere out there in the world are people who don’t argue with those they’re dating. Not about money, the laundry, or the future of their relationship, or who should order the bloody Uber because you’ve ordered the last five, damn it.
Sadly, I’ve never been one of those people.
I argue about dishes. About bills and social engagements. About where my car keys are and if I have to be the one to go to the supermarket on a Sunday. About my boyfriend not sharing my enthusiasm for the single greatest culmination that is two beings: Kimye.