Okay. Here's what happened. When we had tornado warnings, alerts on Alexa, on my phone, and the warning siren went off, I turned on the water to fill my kitchen sink. Then forgot about it. I ended up with water all over my counter, kitchen floor and into the hallway, which is carpeted. I sopped up water with a blanket and bath towels, hauled the blanket to the bathroom to dump it in the tub, dripping all the way there. Then I squeezed out the towels, and took the towels to the dryer across the hall. Sheri had her sheets and stuff in the dryer, so I put them on top of the dryer, because months ago when I folded up her stuff, she'd told me "please don't fold them. Just put them on top of the dryer."
I then put my towels in the dryer. Next thing I know, Sheri knocks on my door, upset that I didn't call her to get her stuff out of the dryer. I told her I'm sorry, and she stormed off muttering something about having to wash her stuff again. I didn't get upset. Few minutes later, Sheri knocked on my door again, upset, asking if I'd thrown those dirty towels in the dryer, and did I think my floor was that clean that I could throw those towels in the dryer, without washing them. At this point, I got upset and told her "You told me to just put your stuff on top of the dryer, so that's what the f*** I did!" She stormed off, and I slammed the door!
A few minutes later, she came back, knocked on the door, and I angrily yanked the door open. She apologized, said she'd had a bad day and took it out on me.
I apologized, and said I'd had a mess, and reacted to her outburst. She apologized again, said she loved me, and didn't want to lose me, or see me move out. I told her I love her too, and don't want to lose her... We laughed about it, and I asked if we're okay. She said yes.