I knew we were in trouble the first time I felt the fight
drain out of me. Normally, I would say that’s a good thing. It’s dangerous to
start fights that don’t matter, or that lead to nowhere. But it’s also
dangerous to start a fight you can’t finish. So for me, it’s a bad sign. I can
only recall a select few times I felt completely spent of an argument, and it
never really ended well. Because you see, I’m a fighter. It’s what I do. I was
born and bred to be tough and to hold my own. So when I’m tired of it, it
usually means I don’t care anymore. And that’s not something I’d care to admit
to anyone. But I’m trying, and I guess that’s what matters for now.
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