I was holding a grudge, and I didn't even realize it.
Chebbar and I had a bit of a... spat two weeks ago while Taylor was here. It didn't really get resolved at the time (he wouldn't talk to me about it the rest of the night, we didn't really talk much the next day, and then we just sort of... moved on), so I guess it was festering under the surface.
The issue (well, my half of the issue: his half of the issue differed from mine) resurfaced last night, so I (unwisely) brought up said spat. We started discussing the matter, but it became clear rather quickly that things were just getting heated and nothing was being resolved (again). He (wisely) said he didn't want to revisit something that happened weeks ago when he was unable to clearly remember all of the circumstances (i.e. could he have had a bad day at work?); I got tight-lipped and (*sigh*) pouty - I still had things I NEEDED to say!
After a good 15 minutes of further stewing, I realized I had been holding onto this pissiness for the last two weeks: for two whole weeks, I'd been walking around with this smoldering ember in the pit of my stomach (and, of course, it was over something completely stupid that was blown out of proportion, and we both had valid points). I was... shocked. We (or me, at least) have always prided ourselves on not fighting "dirty" - we don't bring up past fights or previous grievances once they're dealt with - yet here I was, seemingly waiting for just the right minute to strike (maybe I was hanging on to it because I didn't feel it WAS dealt with? I don't know, but still not cool). Not my proudest moment, that's for sure.
I'm just glad I was able to see what I was doing and that I was being petty - our relationship doesn't succeed by staying pissy over inconsequential things: I should have either clarified it in the moment or just let it go. I apologized; he apologized; we're good.