Every day the same argument unfolds, perhaps four or five million times, in different places around the planet, grinding hours of our lives into primitive despair (even as we fly around in our jetplanes and rely on our space age technologies).
One partner feels abandoned, and the other feels controlled.
And the script, from Taipei to Portland, Basingstoke to Algiers, goes something like this: A says: You said you were going to call me and you didn't.
For three hours, I had no idea where you were.
Do you think that's fun for me?
It's inconsiderate and rude.
I am being taken advantage of.
And not for the first time.
And B says: I was busy; why do you always criticise me and fly off the handle so fast?
I haven't got any space, I can't breathe.
