Why does love always feel like a battlefield?

i have a friend who is really struggling with her relationship right now. she says that her and her boyfriend always seem to argue over the stupidest things. he never wants to talk about it and never apologizes. when she asks him to just sit and work through it, he tells her to get out of his face. but she tells me when the good times are there, they are great... and that is most of the time. and i believe her. but as i looked at her and said, 'but shouldnt the bad times still be the good times?' she paused for a moment and i explained further what i meant. you argue, you yell, and you cry. but after all that how do you feel? better, the same, or different? she told me she felt the same because nothing was ever getting resolved, she would just end up apologizing just to make him happy. the rough times in relationships are the times where you are tested. tested to see how much you care for the other person, care enough to hear their different opinions. fighting in relationships are stepping stones to lessons learned. im not saying that in every relationship you have to fight in order to succeed, but it can always have the effect of bringing you closer to the other person.

Take me, take me back to your bed. I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin, I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.

it came down to the fact that she couldnt picture herself happy without him in her life. she has lost her ability to be independent, not doing the things she loved to do on her own anymore. i can see as she slowly tries to gain that independence back and fight the struggle. she fights back those tears, and tries to not let here fears show. she doesnt want to be alone. its the last thing she wants, more people to walk out of her life. but what happens now, if those bitter moments, and those stupid fights escalade into something more. something more hurtful. something that could tear her world a part. will she know how to fight back? and gain back the person who she has lost. herself. i fear that she wont know how. she will panic, break down, cry, scream, live amongst a cold silence with blanks thoughts. but i will be there. holding her and saying it will be alright. day or night. rain or snow. because i know it will. i know the strong, independent woman inside of her. the woman who has fought with me in my battles. and taught me to never give up. now it is my turn to fight for her. cause no one ever said life would be easy, we cant live this life on our own.

Yesterday, he said, my eyes were fading fast away i said, well what do you expect? you asked me not to stay. and if it had all been for the best, i wouldn't feel this way. you know it hurts me, cause i don't wanna fight this war.