The only relationship problem I will ever have is with reality (which is “what is,” prior to any story).
When I am in conflict with anyone (including myself), I am at war with “what is.” I have invented war through a story of separation. I have forgotten that everything is one thing, distracted by the idea of a me separate from another (or a me separate from me!) and a story that this one part imagined by me could ever be opposed to this other part imagined by me.
I’ve made it all up. It’s pure fiction.
The only way to improve a relationship is to clear up this confusion within “me” and return to oneness.