Those days..

It's quite a while ago now that I came home weeping so that I looked worse than anything one could think about, my tears which had disolved my mascara running down my face giving it a black countenance. He came in and meant: What the hell! You look like a painting from Salvador Dali!" So I went along to the bathroom to wash my face, and he didn't stop quarreling, I began to brush my teeth, quarreling back of course only that he could hardly understand me due to the paste in my mouth.His arguments were dreadful and I got furious brushing my teeth quicker and quicker and by turning around I shook my tooth brush towards him. I was shocked for a few seconds, that I had stroke him so perfectly with a long ribbon of tooth paste merged with spit from his frown till the bottom of his shirt. He got so angry that he threw me into the room. I had great luck that the couch was right behind me to fall in.
I'm often thinking if such scenarios can be avoided in a relationship. Maybe if love plays a great role. I don't know. Anyhow I think that it is safer to live alone. Then such stunts can be spared to both.