Story

            I can completely relate to this story in many ways. My mother and I have a small argument, and it turns into a fight over who's right or wrong. But in the end we say sorry for what happened even though we are still mad at each other. Usually in the future it gets brought up and the fight becomes worse and turns into yelling, and yet again we say sorry even though we are still very bitter at each other. Other times we argue and look it up to see who is right and wrong sometimes we are both wrong.
           Now my father and I usually never fight it's very rare. He usually sits down and talks with me so that way we don't kill each other. Other times my dad just instantly get mad and starts yelling which is pretty scary. That's when I accept what's going and and shut my mouth because I'm to scared to say anything. But usually we are the calmest two in the house except for when mom and I or my father and I get into a disagreement.