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"I&amp;#039;m all for simplicity in life. This theme covers things money can&amp;#039;t buy, like time with my family and friends, to a &amp;quot;less is more&amp;quot; decorating style. But pairing down three-word sentences \u2013 &amp;quot;I Love You&amp;quot; \u2013 into the angry two-word statements meaning quite the opposite? That&amp;#039;s not the sort of simplicity that is good for a marriage. And yet, that is exactly what transpired between Rex and me a few nights back. After a lame tiff over money, insults were flung about like rice at a wedding. It&amp;#039;s not something I&amp;#039;m proud of, and neither is Rex. Almost as soon as the words escaped our mouths came the lovers&amp;#039; antidote: &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry.&amp;quot;  The next day, my traditionally work-focused husband took time out of his day to meet me for lunch \u2013 his idea. I&amp;#039;ve received an early Valentines gift from him. Given he has been known to forget every milestone under the sun (Christmas? May have happened once... just sayin&amp;#039;) an early gift speaks wonders. And a great present to boot - a stainless steel Coca Cola opener with matching bucket for the caps \u2013 groovy! He even took Friday off to go with us to Disneyland \u2013 a rare treat indeed.  Clearly this man loves me. Clearly this is the person I married, not the furious mud slinger of five days back. I should be overjoyed with contentment. And yet... I&amp;#039;m still so sad. The good news is that, because we&amp;#039;ve been working so hard at being a team, I&amp;#039;m less angry than I normally would be. Like a mutual fund from the Bank of Amore, one stock might have plummeted, but the others held steady in its absence, keeping us afloat. Ten years of togetherness has also taught me that things said in anger are not true testaments of one&amp;#039;s heart.  And yet... I&amp;#039;m such a chick... there&amp;#039;s always the &amp;quot;yet&amp;quot;... Heated accusations reveal something about one&amp;#039;s true feelings, or they wouldn&amp;#039;t have been spoken in the first place. For example, Rex called me &amp;quot;fiscally irresponsible&amp;quot; for not paying an $18.00 bill. I insinuated that his co-workers probably think he&amp;#039;s &amp;quot;an uptight moron&amp;quot;. Actually, I didn&amp;#039;t insinuate that. I flat out said it. More true to the record, I flat out screamed it. It&amp;#039;s shocking his co-workers didn&amp;#039;t hear it. Lucky for Rex, now they can read it.  Every man is different, but I venture to say more are like Rex than aren&amp;#039;t in the sense that, the moment I apologized, he was ready to move on. That meant watching a show and getting a good night sleep. (He was smart enough to not ask for sex.) As for me, and many women who have been in my position despite having a heartfelt apology, I&amp;#039;m still hurt. I don&amp;#039;t know about their tactics, but as for mine, I can&amp;#039;t really make a big deal about it again, because we&amp;#039;ve already broached the subject a few times. Rex has, on his own, apologized over and over. The only thing he could do to make the disagreement better is to, like the Harry Potter movies we&amp;#039;ve been watching, place a &amp;quot;memory charm&amp;quot; on the evening \u2013 helping me to forget that the fight ever took place. Sadly, that is nothing but a fantasy.  The reality of the situation is that time will heal this. It always does. In fact, a good romp would do more good than any amount of talking ever would. But for me, the last thing I want to do when I&amp;#039;m emotionally upset is to connect physically. And yet, in my heart, I know this is the right thing. Even if my brain is sad. Even if my body is tired. My heart wants a fresh start. Less two-letter words and more three-letter words. Which can only begin with a one-letter word: Yes. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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