We fought a lot at the beginning of the married life. Even over the pettiest thing. Like throwing rubbish. And they weren't small fights where one of us would sulk and the other would console. No. We fought hard.
I still remember when the in laws had to intervene because we went overboard. The father-in-law told me to remain in silence when the spouse is raging. Even if we know for sure we're on the right side. He later added, something straightforward but left an impact in me, "You should be grateful you have the luxury to fight over these matters. Imagine your brothers and sisters whose countries are in war; all they could afford to think of is on how to survive on daily basis. So be grateful. Stop fighting over things like this."
I snapped. It has never crossed my mind that fighting with your loved ones is also a luxury not everyone has. Now I know how to appreciate the love we have for each other better.