My parents and sister were visiting this weekend. I know where I get my passive-aggressive streak now. My parents more or less hate each other without coming out and saying it. It would almost be better if they just had a big-ass fight once in a while to clear the air. I'm really not quite sure why they're together anymore-- all of the kids are adults now-- but I'm guessing it has something to do with small town appearances. A divorce would ruin the image of an otherwise dysfunction-free family. Being around them, with all their long silences and cold shoulders, reminds me how important it is for your partner to also be your best friend. That's why most of the fights I have with my boyfriend end with something like, "Fuck you, motherfucker. I hope you get hit by this truck," and then I grab his hand and make him hold mine... no matter how mad we are at each other.