I suppose to truly understand why he was upset, I'd have to be a man. And for him to understand why I was upset, he'd have to be a woman. In which case, it really wasn't necessary to drag it out like that, 'cause though we were each at fault in our own way, we're both too stubborn to admit it. So there was no winning. Just more losing the longer it went on. *sigh*
And for the record, in mythology, Aphrodite (Venus) was married to Hephaestus, not Ares (Mars). Ares was an extramarital lover. Aphrodite was a vain bitch, Hephaestus was a weak-kneed pushover, and Ares was an arrogant coward.