07/28/2026
It was four a.m. and I was sitting on the floor of my kitchen, six hours into a phone call with someone who had stopped being able to listen somewhere around one and kept trying anyway. I was explaining my point again. At the time, unbelievably, I thought he wasn't fighting for us.
The advice never to let the sun go down on your anger comes from a good place. I've also come to think the entire self-help and therapy industry is on the pursuer's side. Talk more, feel more, say more, don't leave things to fester, work it out.
Here's what nobody mentions. When there's a threat in the room, the part of your brain that handles logic and planning and choice goes quiet, and what's left is flooding and muscle memory. You can only have the fight you already know how to have. Then add exhaustion, and the gas pedal and the brake are both down at once, and you are in the least relational state a person can occupy.
The pursuer says we have to resolve this so I can rest. The withdrawer says we have to rest so we can resolve this. Both of them are right. Neither of them can do good work at that hour.
I'm a pursuer, which is why it took me this long to come around.
Go to sleep. Try again tomorrow. And if tomorrow is a thing that never quite arrives at your house, that's the part actually worth fixing, and it's in the essay.
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