Next, I attempt to talk to Peter about husband/wife stuff -- finances, goals, business, and our sex life. Um, that didn't go too well. Did he really suggest getting a man cave across town? I am just going to cough that up to early signs of dementia. Clearly, he must be losing his damn mind!
Last but not least, I have a very big problem with the way Peter communicates when he is upset. He wants to get all loud and throw around a couple of his choice curse words. I am a communicator, and this drives me crazy. I am all for a good drag out argument every now and then, but the person that talks the loudest and uses the most curse words is not necessarily the winner of the argument. Therefore, I refused to turn up on him (let’s be clear, we all can get loud and cuss when we want to), because I think it's just a dumb way to try to have an effective conversation. Keep us in your prayers!