How does the old song go? One is the loneliest number but two can be as bad as one? This love relationship was sometimes a lonely place.
The two of you didn't always see eye to eye. There was friction. Fighting. Uncomfortable silences, and a big space between you in bed. The problem lay in your disparate natures. Your partner was passionate, aggressive, forceful; you were more thoughtful and optimistic. You were alarmed and annoyed with what you viewed as your lover's pushiness and bossiness -- you may even have been concerned about a certain tendency towards physical aggression. It was scary, huh? Particularly to one like you, who could see the forces at work so clearly but couldn't make the jump to understanding what your lover was so worked up over. If you had really wanted this relationship to survive, you could have been the soothing balm that calmed your lover's rattled soul. You needed to stop pointing out problems and poking at weak spots. Instead, you needed to treat your lover with kindness, as you would like to be treated. You couldn't expect a mirror of yourself.