Hate hurts the hater more'n the hated.
I wrote because I wanted to know what everything was about.
It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.
Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do.
If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns.
Sometimes idiosyncrasies which used to be irritating become endearing, part of the complexity of a partner who has become woven deep into our own selves.