Mark and I have not been getting along the greatest lately. Nothing outrageous to worry about, but just one of those phases where we keep butting heads or rubbing each other the wrong way, and it's all over petty little things.
The important thing to remember is that it's small potatoes in the grand scheme of things, and even when we disagree it doesn't mean we stop caring about each other. This used to be a tough concept for me to understand, but with the right man, it now makes all the sense in the world.
Even on our bad days, I can't help but love this man dearly.