OpinionJune 18, 2026 — 5:00amEvery couple has their own private language. They have their own shorthand, their own in-jokes, their own furtive looks to convey private messages, their own set of emojis and memes that would baffle anyone else. (My partner and I have a running gag about penguins and pandas that has kept us going for several years now.)And every couple, no matter how content and fulfilled, has a conflict, minor or major, that gets replayed – over and over. An argument that is perfected and repeated, but never resolved.In my relationship, it is about hair.“Why don’t I start cutting your hair?” I offered. This was not a good ideaGetty ImagesNow, I have a very harmonious relationship with my partner. We have had occasional misunderstandings but never raised our voices to each other, or come close to any sort of fight.Except when it comes to the hair.For some background, my partner’s love language is acts of service. He brings me cups of tea as I sit on the couch, fixes things around the house, and arranges all our travel. My love language is words of affirmation, so I tell him he’s wonderful, and settle back down on the couch to drink my tea.Occasionally, however, I feel guilty that he does so much for me, and I do little more than dazzle him with my scintillating personality. So, a couple of years ago, I decided it was time for me to do something nice for him, too.“Why don’t I start cutting your hair?” I offered.This was not a good idea. If I could go back in time and talk to my naive self, I’d advise her to do something else instead. Make muffins, for example. Arrange a weekend away. Anything but take out the electric trimmer.“Are you sure?” my partner asked. “I don’t want to have to shave my head if you get it wrong.”“Definitely! But you’d look great bald,” I said, which did not seem to reassure him at all.I once accidentally left a tiny tail at the back of his head, and another time the left side was a centimetre or so shorter than the right, but I’m good at this!KERRI SACKVILLEHe remained sceptical, but I was determined to be a good and generous partner. And, so, when the time came for a trip to the barber, we lay a towel down in the bathroom and I took out the trimmer.The initial session went well. As a novice home barber, I was keen to please. My partner told me what number combs to use, in what order to use them, and how to section off his hair. He seemed genuinely grateful for my help, and I was genuinely pleased to be of service.It wasn’t until the second time, and the third time, and every subsequent time, that the bathroom haircut morphed into The Fight.Here’s how it unfolds. We go into the bathroom. My partner takes out the trimmer and sets out the attachments. He sits on the edge of the bath. I pick up the trimmer and switch it on.“Are you sure you have the right comb?” he asks.Now, I’ve done this before. I have never messed it up. Sure, I once accidentally left a tiny tail at the back of his head, and another time the left side was a centimetre or so shorter than the right, but I’m good at this! I know what I’m doing!“Yes!” I say. And just like that, I am irritated. I start the trim. I move to switch combs. “Are you sure you’ve done the whole top?” he asks. “I feel like you missed a bit.”“I did it all!” I say, a little too sharply. Does he not trust me? For goodness’ sake, I only ever once missed a little tuft. Can he not stop kibbitzing?“OK, now you have to use the number-3 comb on the back,” he says.“Oh my god, I know!” I cry.We continue. He is angry. I am cross.“I feel like you haven’t gone over the left side …” he says tensely.“I did it!” I yell.“You don’t have to yell!” he snaps.And then we wrap. It looks great, but we are both stressed and irritated. “Maybe I should just go to a barber next time?” he suggests tentatively.“Oh my god you always say that!” I cry.Within minutes, we have both calmed down and my partner looks dashing with his incredibly perfect haircut. I resolve to be less defensive in future. He resolves to question me a little less.Then six weeks pass, and his hair grows, and we take out the trimmer, and do the whole dance again.I have cut my partner’s hair at least a dozen times by now, and we always have the exact same fight. It is repetitive, petty, absurd and tedious, and we could avoid it entirely by going to the barber.Still, I want to do something nice for him, and I will damn well do it, even if it drives him mad in the process.And besides, this is our fight. We have perfected it. It gives us a chance to blow off some steam, then get back to our delightful status quo. Only this time with slightly shorter hair.Get the best of Sunday Life magazine delivered to your inbox every Sunday morning. Sign up here for our free newsletter.From our partners