When do we stop acting like we’re 12?

    We just had a huge argument that started over something so ridiculous and eventually blew up into something serious and hurtful. 

     To leave all the piddly details out, we started bickering about something and I jokingly called him a brat and he in turn threw, "you whore!" in my face.  Now…I’m not usually one to get hurt by words but in this case I think it’s really unfair to throw in ‘whore’ after a ‘brat’.  And the face and anger that went behind it made it even worse.  So, I tried to be civil after that and tell him that it was really callous of him to just say that to me after I was just joking with him, but he tried to turn back around and say that he was also just joking and that I should learn how to take a joke since I’m always telling him that he needs to lighten up.  I think I would have been more willing to let it go if his apology wasn’t dripping with sarcasm, so instead I went into the bedroom and shut the door. 

  He banged around in the kitchen, trying to get my attention about how ridiculous he thought I was being, and several minutes later he came into the bedroom and tried to cuddle all over me and kiss me.  I’m sorry….but no way!  I’m amazed out how all guys think that after they say, "I’m sorry" it automatically cures everything and they get an automatic pass to just maul you.  That doesn’t work in my book, so I told him that I accepted his apology but that I didn’t want him to touch me right now.  Apparently in a guy’s mind that means, "hey, go to town baby!" and he continued to try to get me to kiss him so I got pissed off, yelled at him to get off me, and pushed him away. 

  He finally got the picture and left to the living room after slamming the bedroom door that I had just slammed minutes before.  Poor door….       Well, I guess he couldn’t just leave things be so he came back into the bedroom screaming about random things that we had fought about months before (that I thought had all been resolved) and about how I was so selfish and that this relationship can not only be about me.  He continued to tell me that he’s sick and tired of the way I get mad about everything and then he yelled some other stuff I couldn’t really understand and then he was out the door again with car keys in hand.  So that leaves me here in the living room alone with a laptop and a very confused dog beside me.  Seriously, is there a point when we all stop acting like we’re 12 years old or should I just stop hoping now and save myself the trouble? 

  I’m at a point right now that I really don’t care if this relationship fails or not.  There’s just something in me that really has no motivation to save it.  I hardly ever see him thanks to summer school, his job, and his computer games that he plays from the time he comes home to the time we go to bed.  I’m just really tired of competing for time with him and wondering if he even really wants me anymore.  Today’s actions say, "no". 

   Great…he’s back and not talking to me.  Let’s see how this unfolds….