I used to argue a lot. I argued with strangers, family members, co-workers. I argued so much I exhausted myself. Now I’m silent when I would normally protest and if I’m really upset I walk away.
I used to be afraid to walk away. I thought it was better to fight. But fighting only leads to saying a lot of things that upset the other person and in turn that person hurts me and feels justified in doing so because I said nasty things to them. It’s nice not being the person who says nasty things. That’s the beauty of walking away.