I hate it when we fight. You’re right; I’m a nasty fighter. I don’t have in mind “I want to win” so much as I want to be heard. I am dominating, controlling, and rude. You put every ounce of meanness you had in you and tried to hurl insults at me. I ate them up and spit them back. And for this I am proud?
I want to be more like you. Kind, sensitive, and true. Please teach me these things before the tears fall.