[ WP ] Stories must end with `` It was Valentine 's Day . ''

She kicked me, then I punched her in the face, she scratched me and barraged me with slaps. The screaming echoed throughout the hallway of our apartment complex, she screamed obscenities that would have made construction workers blush. She called me an asshole, a womanizer, and a thief. I called her a whore, a bitch and an idiot. She slapped me straight across the face, and I answered her with a heavy slap of my own. Then something happened. It was like we had hated each other as much as we could and neither of us had any hate left for the other. Our faces both painted red from being slapped, we embraced each other and kissed. It was the most passionate kiss of my life. We went to bed early that night and had enough sex to make up for the last year of hatred between us. We eventually saw a relationship therapist, and nine months after that terrible fight, we had our first child. The only thing that could have made that fight worse is if it was on Valentine's Day... oh wait, it was Valentine's Day.
