Cold war

This morning i had a fight with Dami. It was long overdue. Dont get me wrong, it wasnt a fist fight, more like a shouting competition.

It really isnt easy staying with a friend in a small room and sharing the same bed and sharing the same space, infact the only thing we dont share is clothes and food. The point is, sharing a very small space breeds fights. The fight was inevitable, it had been in the air for days.

I came home from work on Monday and she was acting cold, so i decided to just ignore her and thus began our own cold war.

We didnt say a word to each other that night and Dami slept on the floor to avoid sleeping in the same bed with me. At first it was funny seeing her curled up on the cold floor with the ac on and her towel over her body trying very hard to keep warm and tying her tops to her feet to keep warm.
The second day it wasnt so funny, i started feeling like the cold witch of the very cold north and angry that she should be acting like i was the step mom and she was cinderdami. I made up my mind to do something about it the next day.

When i woke up today, i thought of a million ways to approach Dami. Should i slap her around and make her see sense or should i talk to her friendo a friendo or should i just ignore her AGAIN
Then i heard a quiet voice telling me to approach her friendo a friendo, but a louder voice suggested (rather loudly of course) that i pick the first option and just bring down the house.

Well i went for that, i'm sorry and ashamed to say so now, but i brought down the house and the trees around it for good measure.
We both shouted ourselves hoarse and i left for work in a huff and a puff, lucky i didnt blow myself away.
Well now i'm in the office and i cant get any work done. I feel so ashamed of myself and words that i may have spoken and i dont know how to make amends for fear of rejection.

How did America and Russia get over it?