Not a day to remember...

As stated above, this is not a glorious day... And probably this is not gonna be a happy post either, so if you decide to skip reading, I won't hold it against you...
Anyway, here we go:
Today I had this big fight with my girl. And when we fight big, BIG means HELL. That sort of sinister situation in which times freezes, air grows thick, light seems to disappear from this world and we keep crossing looks and words that would probably burn anyone who dared to step in the middle. Reason for all this: Yesterday I decided to answer a mail I got from and old university friend (a girl) I have not seen or heard of over the past ten years....
Of course, that's not all to it. This friend I'm talking about is a girl who was in our same class and is someone with whom I happened to have a very close relation, before I started going out with my current girlfriend (we were all classmates).
Back then (I'm talking a decade ago!!!), my girlfriend and I used to have discussions and fights over what this friend had meant to me and, considering we were just starting a relation, though I used to get pretty annoyed by what she implied, I sort of understood it and usually took it as part jelousy, part insecurity, part "I don't what the hell... but well, I'll dig it"...
To give you a broader view of the situation, I'll let you know the following:
1) I did feel attracted by this girl at one point.
2) Nothing ever happened between us (I was sure of my feelings, but she had been dating someone else and I wasn't sure if she saw me as anything else than a close friend)
3) When I started going out with my girlfriend, I had already grown a little bit a part from this girl we are talking, since I had decided to try something with another girl I had met halfway through between both of them.
4) When I started with my girlfriend I had no deep relation with anyone and I never denied the attraction I had felt before for a classmate we both knew.
5) Once the relation between my current girl and I consolidated, this old friend of mine never did anything as to imply we had had anything going on or got on my girls' back or did anything of that kind... We just grew even more separate, but just as it happened with other relations, and as it usually happens when a couple starts together and they drift a little bit apart from their social circle.
6) When graduation arrived, more or less everything had been settled and we all took our own road in life (my girlfriend and I together, ever since....)

Over the years, the issue came back a couple of times (of course, most probable, whenever we felt our relation was hanging on a thread)but I thought it had finally drained...

When I decided to answer the mail yesterday, I knew problems could hit my way... However I thought, hey, it's been over a decade, I know this has brought chaos land to our life a few times before, but, what the hell, I don't think I ever did anything wrong and I'm not gonna be as an unpolite as to leave this girl without a mail reply, considering all the good moments we shared... and having not had any news in all this years...

When I told my girlfriend, at first, she seemed a bit annoyed, but she kept cool. Hours later, hell exploded. Recriminations about why do I do these things for, if that relation seemed lost in the past; about whether I need to answer this because we are so different (that is true, we are like moon and the sun, but I think ours is a classical case of opposites attract); about whether if I need to do this because I did enjoy our college years and she didn't enjoy them that much (true again, but I was the sociable type, she was the distant, independant type, and I don't recall any of the two us wanting to behave any other way at that time); and all other sort of recriminations that brough ice to what it could have been a nice weekend afternoon walking by the sunny, narrow streets of Barcelona old quartier, had I not commited the "imprudence" of answering the above mentioned mail...

Final result:
I took a long shower, got dressed and left for work (I hate leaving home like this, really...)
She went to our bedroom, pulled a blanket over and said nothing more - probably she felt asleep.

I shall see her again in a few hours, but these are the times when I really feel more like getting out of work, going out for a few beers and do not think about anything for at least 24 hours...