David Sedaris, in the midst of a very funny New Yorker story, discusses how he handles fighting with his boyfriend:

We’ll be arguing, and I’ll stop in mid-sentence and ask if we can just start over. “I’ll go outside and when I come back in we’ll just pretend this never happened, O.K.?”

If the fight is huge, he’ll wait until I’m in the hall, then bolt the door behind me, but if it’s minor he’ll go along, and I’ll reënter the apartment saying, “What are you doing home?” Or “Gee, it smells good in here. What’s cooking?”—an easy question, as he’s always got something on the stove.

For a while, it feels goofy, but eventually the self-consciousness wears off, and we ease into the roles of two decent people, trapped in a rather dull play. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You can set the table if you want.”

“All-righty then.”

I donÂ’t know how many times IÂ’ve set the table in the middle of the afternoon, long before we sit down to eat. But the play would be all the duller without action, and I donÂ’t want to do anything really hard, like paint a room. IÂ’m just so grateful that he goes along with it. Other peopleÂ’s lives can be full of screaming and flying plates, but I prefer that my own remains as civil as possible, even if it means faking it every once in a while.

Via Beautiful Atrocities.

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