Ralph (that's pronounced 'Rayf', by the way) had an argument with his ex tonight.  It was that bad, he thought it was going to escalate into violence.

I'm glad I wasn't there.  I'd like to think that I'd be some kind of help, but really, I'm not that confrontational.  At least, I'm not any more.  I'd just get upset and rage about it impotently; afterwards.

Funny how I got into the habit of saying nothing until I snap.

Well, I guess I was never that good at communicating that sort of stuff anyway.

Ralph is like Drew in a number of ways.  He draws a ridiculous amount of amusement from bodily functions, rarely loses his cool, is remarkably intelligent and is, plain and simple, a decent guy.  Except, where Drew wouldn't know where to begin a fight, Ralph would get in and finish it.

So it's ridiculous of me to worry.  It's not like he can't handle it.  He was handling it long before we even met.  And he'll handle it far better than any way I could manage.

You'd think dating a sociopath would have prepared me better.