Living with someone is complicated, obviously. It's all about compromise and tolerance and patience. But more than those things, it should be fun and about laughing and enjoying one another for who they are. Evaristo and I generally don't fight, but those rare times that we do leave us both feeling pretty awful. This morning was one of those times and tonight we've decided to have a glass of wine and some spaghetti and to enjoy a fairly typical night together in our little blue house, arguments forgotten and content.
