The noise that makes me cringe

The neighbors upstairs are fighting. Or, the guy upstairs is yelling at her. It's been going on since I got home, and they have been moving from room to room. He is yelling loud enough that I can make out some of what he's saying, so it's pretty bad. They once had a fight at 2am, and it woke me. It was horrible. I hate that kind of noise and vibe.

Max and I just never fight like that. If I imagine what the neighbors around us must hear, it's a lot of laughing, singing out loud and movies being played with the volume too high. BECAUSE THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE TO WATCH THEM. The sounds that emanate from our home are mostly joyous and funny. And it just makes me cringe when I hear him stomping around and berating her.

I have known people who like drama. Who enjoy the occasional fight. Who enjoy the passion during and after the argument. But we just aren't those people. I think we feel like there is enough obstructing us outside the house, that it isn't necessary to bring indoors. I tell Max I love him every morning when I wake up, and before we go sleep at night. Perhaps this is just enough...