Who cares?

You left the dinner reception early.
I was done.
But we’d said you had to stay.
Or else what?
That’s disrespectful.
No it isn’t. If anything you’re trying to impose on me.
I disagree. God, it seems like we never get along.

Of course we don’t get along. But who cares? That’s the real difference between you and me. You are the one bringing this shit up to me. When you irk me I get over it. I irk you and it ruins your day. When you realize this is a choice you’re making, we’ll get along so much better.