I am a Brat Sometimes

I don't know why Long Rock has put up with me for so long or as long as he has... But I thank God, literally I do... Everyday that he has put up with me for one more day. 
The following is an example of our conversations we have when  I am in a bad mood and fighting with him... The conversation is not exact... But this is how it went last night

Me: I am still really annoyed at you, as a matter of fact I am more angry at you than I was before you left for Silivri. 
Him: Well, At least you're not yelling at me (He calls it screaming but I never Screamed... Yell, raised my voice but screaming requires me to lose my voice NEVER have I screamed at him and it annoys me he calls it screaming) If you are going to be angry at me that is fine, just don't scream at me. 
Me: Now I am more annoyed with you because I don't scream. Raise my voice yes. I don't scream. But that is not Why I am annoyed with you anyway. 
Him: I know why you are angry. You think no one thinks you know anything. And that makes you so angry. 
Me: You have no idea why I am angry. You keep trying to teach me by saying things to me like I am an old person killer to guilt me into learning what you want me to learn...
Hiim Phone... brb
Me... Fine, click
(we were on the phone)
He called me back: 
Him: What do you want to tell me? All I am saying is If you are going to be angry, don't let your face show it. It is really bad in Turkey
 Me:Nothing. I think you Think you know what makes me upset and annoyed and then you don't listen to me and When you are trying to teach me something you do it by a kick in the stomach and then tell me don't let your face show it. 
Him Who kicked you in the stomach
Me No one. That was a metaphor. 
Him: No that wasn't
Me: Yes it was. You were trying to tell me how I am not supposed to use any facial expressions. I hate that. No expressions whatsoever here. It is annoying. I am telling you that it is like hitting someone in the head, then telling them don't let your face show you are in pain... After being hit in the head
Him: Who hit you in the head? 
ME: It is a metaphor, Long Rock
Him: It is not a Metaphor. No one hit you in the Head. 
Me: I will hit you in the head if you don't like my metaphor. 
Him:  Let me tell you something
Me: Ok
Him: You are a very rare and precious metal. You are so precious, and I have to take care of you. You are the type of metal that when mixed with other metals that are precious. You are even better and I have to take care of you like a precious metal. But if you are mixed with something bad, you are really horrible until I mix you with something happy and good again. 
Me: That wasn't a metaphor, and I don't like it
Him: It's OK. It was a real metaphor though.
When we hung up I thought... I love that guy. But I was too stubborn to tell him that.

It annoyed me more that he did not get my metaphor nor counted my metaphor as one... Sigh... 
 At least we still love each other... Even though his metaphor melts me and my metaphor hit him in the head.