What a difference a something makes...

It's been a very frosty day in our house, and I can honestly say I have not the faintest idea what happened, but it looks like it was my fault (for a change...)
This is the stuff I hate about relationships, and the bit that I am not very good at. Two people love each other, and commit to each other, and say that they will stay together 'no matter what' and they believe they can stick together through thick and thin; through anything; and then someone doesn't put a frying pan away in the right cupboard after cooking Sunday breakfast and it's the worst thing ever done in the history of the world by one human being to another. And suddenly the whole thing is up in the air and you wonder if you're even the slightest bit compatible.
I imagine all this will settle down at some point. How long can you keep holding each other at arm's length and aiming little barbed niggles at each other before one of you acts maturely enough to get through it and move on? How many avoided kisses and unnecessary digs about cutlery are needed before the atmosphere changes back to one of love and acceptance? And how many of these incidents can there be, I wonder, before one of you finally cracks and says something that renders the whole thing as inevitably doomed to end? Because I am pretty sure that, in the vast majority of cases, this is where divorce eventually comes from.

RC 10-3-24