the silent treatment

okay, we had a fight. we argued about money and priorities and my mother and our wedding and my neediness to talk and his un-neediness to talk and what happened? the silent treatment. the shut down. again. he's like a turtle, at any sign of trouble, pop! into the shell. it's like he's an adolescent when he deals with stress in such a juvenile way. the silent treatment. with precision timing (and convenience, i must add): he's over his minutes. boom! he's out. and what do i do? i race him to see who can slam the phone down first! (see! i can regress to pre-teen too!) but that just leaves me empty. so what happens next? i wait 'til he calls or comes by and i cuddle up next to him and start purring and cooing and stroking his ego. i'm so over that! is this what i want for the rest of my life? yes/no/idon'tknow... when will i learn? can i put up with the silent treatment?