There comes a time in discussions with my husband, very often when we are under pressure or on the verge of a major blowup, when I feel like I'm in the twilight zone. I hear the words he's saying, but they make no reasonable sense. I think he hears my words, but what happens to them once they enter his brain I couldn't tell you. Sometimes it happens when I've been particularly careful with my words, to ensure that I'm clearly portraying my needs--and yet I'm still misunderstood.
We're kind of having one of those nights tonight. As the man sings, So love is hard And love is tough.