His court thing is tomorrow, so I'll find out by tomorrow evening if all his (subsequently: ours) plans are circomventing straight towards hell

If you can't tell by now I've been drinking.

We're fighting for like the 4th out of five nights, and I am really at a loss about it. Adam has a really naive way of looking at it, and takes it as we're on the fritz, regardles of external circomstances, (IE: we've been drinking waaay more alcohol than normal) and that we're falling apart. According to that logic we shouldn't even be together right now. However, we are, so I naturally use this fact (throw it on top of the pile that's in my favour) to figure that I'm right about this type of shit. He's dramatic, even more-so then your average woman. I'm not calling him feminine, I'm calling him a relationship n00b. I don't think relationships are supposed to be tourture chambers... but according to him, all the "tourture" I put him through while he was waiting for me to not be hooked up with another relationship seems to equivocate the vitriol we both face together. Now that I'm here to throw the ape-crap at, though, I get this shit thrown at me.