Irony is driving home after work, talking with your buddy about relationship woes and misunderstandings and feelling pretty good about where yours is, then boom, surprise, you come home and find yourself in a fight. One prefaced on just the kind of misunderstanding you were smiling inside about because of their relative rarity in your life. I really had been planning on telling M. about the conversation and maybe sharing that couples version of schadenfreude, where your not them.

Perhaps when I’m done sulking, I will see the cosmic joke in there.