Okay, this post is going to be boring, so you might as well bail out now. It's about politics as a source of marital discord. Discord almost to the point of pugilism! Hubby is a Bush-loving conservative Republican. Need I say more? Yes? Good, because I am revved up! He vigorously and vociferously supports Bush's INVASION OF IRAQ AND THE CONTINUED OCCUPATION. I try to avoid the subject, because I know neither of us will ever convince the other of his/my point of view. It just occured to me as I wrote that sentence, that my attitude about arguing is consistent with my attitude toward the war: I HATE WAR AND FIGHTING AND HOPELESS ARGUING! Hubby apparently LOVES WAR AND FIGHTING AND ARGUING! GRRRRRRR!

So, back to my story. Tonight we had a pleasant, peaceful dinner, watched Wheel of Fortune, and decided to go for a walk, as we often do in the evening. Tom started talking derisively about a woman at his work, whom he detests, and her attempts to recruit people to go with her to the Peace March in DC this weekend. I said, "Oh, I want to join the march. Maybe I could ride with her." Stupid me! He then started his usual diatribe about how I "support terrorists, support Osama bin Laden, and love Hitler and wouldn't have wanted the USA to join WWII, etc ad nauseum." We have been through this countless times. And every time, I assure him that I do NOT support terrorists, or Osama, or Hitler, and I certainly believe that we were completely correct in defeating Germany and Japan. So tonight, I was trying to keep relatively calm in the face of his STUPID attack, and then he delivered his coup de grace: "Go to DC! Join the march! Stay all day if you want to. You'll be so PROUD of yourself." All this was voiced with dripping sarcasm. At that point I boiled over with a loud "FUCK YOU!" and turned around and walked away as fast as I could. We're back home now, in opposite corners of the house, not speaking. So much for agreeing to disagree.