I can still remember how my husband –  then boyfriend – argued over normal things that couples usually fight about and I would be home thinking about all the things I could have said but didn’t say. I would then grab a pen and paper and write him a letter and give it to him when I see him again. He would always look at the letter, probably thinking I’m crazy but after reading it he would understand what I meant. I wasn’t good at arguing (is that a good or a bad thing?) but I was good at expressing myself on paper. If I think about it now it’s strange that I never kept…