One Minute, Next Moment

One minute, everything's perfect.
You're all I want, all I need.
Forever is the road we've started on.

Next moment, you say something
so chauvinistic. I'm so angry
but holding it in.

I know you love me.
And I love you.
Why ruin that when
we can discuss it?

But you say such things
and don't seem to understand
that it cuts me to the core.

I throw the book
straight at your face.
Its aim is true
but it'll never find its mark.

Now you're angry,
won't talk, throw
me out.

One minute, everything's perfect.
Next moment, you say something.
What happens now?