Our First Fight...

…began when I brought home a monkey.

I’d dressed him up in a pirate hat and pantaloons, but you were, for whatever reason, unimpressed.

You claimed it was a frivolous decision, and I should’ve consulted you. And I countered that he was very well behaved, and further that monkeys are awesome.

For whatever reason, you remained unconvinced. You went to bed angry, I joined you later, and eventually we were back to being okay. Relationships are, after all, about how you deal with inevitable conflicts.

Our second fight came a few weeks later, when you adopted a retired circus elephant