We ve sworn never to go to bed angry. Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry

I dont know what I am supposed to do. Im feeling like a shrill fishwife, or a foolish doormat I dont know which. I dont want to be angry, I cant even figure out if I should be angry. I consider checking in to a hotel, let him wonder about me for a change. I stay where I am for a few minutes, and then I take a breath and wade into our boozehumid bedroom, and when I get in bed, he turns to me and wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck, and at the same time we both say, Im sorry.