1)Our first real argument (discussion?)

Bill worked for the County Road Commission and his mother lived a block from the Shop...each night, he'd stop off to see his mom for a minute and she'd feed him. It took about a week for me to see that she was purposely doing it. I raised a hissy fit and told him if he preferred eating there I wasn't wasting my time trying to cook a meal for his supper.
The next day, he stopped off, but wouldn't eat supper with them. She wanted to know why and he told her. His mistake was telling me what she said when he told her that.
Her comment? "Is she that childish about everything?" The feud was on.

A few nights later she pulled it again. I quietly put the ruined supper I'd fixed, in the fridge. I packed it for his lunch. When he got home, I wasn't there. I'd gone down to my folks' place on the river, and spent the afternoon there. About ten minutes after he got home, Dad dropped me off at our house, I saw things flying out the door, into the yard. Clothes, books, etc. My dad said to get back in the car and come home. I told him I wasn't about to.
I got out and started throwing things back into the house. Fast and furious. Bill looked out the door and watched me for a minute, then started laughing. We both got over being mad, but he didn't stop off at Mama's any more and I was home with supper made from then on.