In the corner of my mind.

Facebook told me that it was 20 years from a day FA2 and I had one of our rare fights. Well, not today, but tomorrow. FA2 had been called into work (IIRC it was a Saturday) to do some socialising (her boss was entertaining some people).

She was going to have to act as a taxi driver for most of the day. I was unhappy as we had plans... but she claimed she had to do it. She would, she promised, be back early evening for the party we had promised to attend.

At 11 PM, with no sign of FA2, I took myself off to bed. At was after 1 AM when FA2 arrived in - I hadn't managed to fall asleep, mostly due to being angry at FA2. She undressed and slid into bed beside me. I felt her kiss my shoulder as she snuggled up but I pretended to be asleep.

The next morning, I woke first. What I usually would have done is initiate sex with FA2 but, still angry from the night before, I had a point to make.

I went downstairs and made a coffee. It was quite late when FA2 finally showed her face. By her face, she knew she had done wrong, but she wasn't forthcoming with an apology. It wasn't just my face or my body language. The fact we weren't in bed enjoying each other physically was also very telling.

She eventually apologised and, when she jumped on me in the middle of the afternoon and I reciprocated, she knew she'd been forgiven.