Busan’s just messaged to ask me if I can “carve out some time” on Friday. He’s on his best post-fight behavior, and apparently also watching an English language drama or something at the moment, as that expression is a new one.
He wants to cook dinner. For me. Like properly. He’s apparently looking up recipes on the internet, which is bad sign no. 1.
I feel bad. I’m on half days and barely working at the moment, and he’s still doing 야근, though not nearly as bad as before. But at the same time, he knows a bit in a shithouse that’s been basically three weeks in the making. So. The effort is appreciated. It should be amusing, if nothing else.
We haven’t had a fight this big for about six months, mostly because the last time it happened, we ironed out a lot of things in the aftermath that solved a lot of problems and moved us forward, to a place where we were able to just deal with issues in the moment without losing our cool, and put them away for good. I’m hoping that’s what last night’s four hour conversation following on the tails of 24 hours of ridiculous drama did as well. Only time will tell, but if it means we don’t have to go through this for another six months or so, it will have been worth it.
