I'm not going to say it was our first fight, because it wasn't by far. However, it was definitely our first BIG fight. I was about a year into a relationship with a partner who'd been through a lot in the decade or so that spanned his previous relationship. That left a lot of unclaimed baggage for our family to sort though, one piece being setting and respecting boundaries. While my partner (husband as of 10/14/23) was out of town we ended up getting into a series of disagreements that turned to arguments that turned to shouting matches and harsh words over some interpersonal things I had laid clear boundaries on and was now being expected to handle. As the last phone conversation ended I collapsed into a sobbing mess knowing for sure we would never be through with this cycle. I grabbed a pint of Jameson Irish Whiskey and made my way to our bedroom. I have a habit of sleeping with my guitar when it's just me. As I nursed the bottle of whiskey I gently strummed at the strings in search of comfort. Contemplating the seemingly inevitable demise of a relationship I saw so much promise in
"Half Pint of Whiskey" is what came out. 

Then came the anger...
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