Kurt and I argued... It blew up over something small.  Well, at least I thought it so. 
I think sometimes that it gets easier, as the years pass by, to say something hard and nasty when your back is rubbed the wrong way -
It gets easier to hurt each other. 

Certainly, as the years pass, you just are not prepared to put up with things for the sake of ideals any more.  You lose sight of the dream of who you hope the other might become
that helps you accept their foibles and you see all too often the harsh reality you've been living with for years. 

Then, when nasty things are said, you assert yourself with a vengeance 
- no one is going to dare speak to you like that and, if they attempt to do so, they better get their facts right... and no generalisations, either! 

It's comical, when you think about it.  But at the time, it's quite frustrating, especially when you might have been looking forward to a night of pleasant sex or, at the very least,
their warm tootsies curling around your own...  And it's actually farcical when your partner storms off and watches television into the wee hours, when usually he nods off at an early hour of the night, no matter how much you ever wanted him to sit up and see a show with you, (even in the cinema, for that matter...)  And then goes so far as to go out of his way to make you understand that this isn't just ''time out,"  that this is ''business," 
by sleeping in the guest bedroom when you haven't invited him to do so... 

Well, say no more - at least I got a good night's sleep without earplugs, 
since his snoring could normally wake the dead. 

Ah well. All's well that ends well.  Morning dawned, the day moved on, I got out of bed for breakfast and he was there, offering me a cuppa and some toast.  No apologies from either one of us but the day moved on, and life went on and, by night, we climbed back into bed together again as if nothing had happened,
(except I had one extra bed to change the sheets on...)