Again...(A SHORT STORY)

She flung it through the window, seething with rage. One more word from him,he would get blows not just slaps. Like an infuriated bull, her eyes alight and raw with anger, she glared at him. Again...again...again he's done it, why? Why? why? why? And each time she always (always underlined) managed to flare up. He knew how to get her there. He always pushed her to her red zone. Right now all she wanted was to kick and bite him but on a second thought, she opted for the one most women knew how to do;she used her tongue, raining abuses on him. He was calm, a slight smile stuck to his face like he was enjoying the 'little rift'. He always, always does that thus fueling her the more. How she hated him just then. How she wanted to tear at his face. With his hands tucked into his pocket, he smiled down at her, his demeanor cool and calm calculating the appropriate time for him to speak. When she finally piped down, he said softly in an unperturbed manner,
"Why do you always do that whenever I tell you the truth?"
"You are so good at this aren't you?" She spat, her chest heaving.
"Doing what? Telling you the truth? Yeah and that's because I love you and you are my wife.So you see it's kind of my solemn duty to you, my Love."
She felt soaked up in his loving aura after she had managed to put a reign on her stirred emotions. She bit her nails nervously and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Again, he said, "I forgive you" and pulled her into his embrace.
Again, it seemed like history repeating itself, a familiar picture unfolding before her eyes. Again, again, again. Will it ever end,this circle? Again she was at fault. Why not just let go of the past and move on? Why not change from the nagging, curseful wife to a supportive and understanding wife? Well, yet again, marriage has taught her another principle, to always respond in love and to keep her temper in check just like her Sweetheart did. Again,her respect for him grew, yet again...