It took me a while to understand what was happening.
His words had nothing to do with his tone. There would be this underlying current of negativity or blame, even when his words were saying “it’s fine, it’s okay”, “there’s not a problem” or (my favourite) “why are you getting upset?”
And, at first, I didn’t understand why I was getting so upset. If anyone else heard his words, or read his text messages, they’d call me crazy for feeling the way I did – there was nothing in them to complain about.
But that’s the point. There was nothing in them. Nothing real at least.
Instead of telling me straight up that he didn’t like something, or that he didn’t want to do something. He would tell me “it’s fine” and then fail to show up for a lunch date with friends we had arranged.
Or he would do the opposite behind my back.
Or be secretly brewing a storm of blame, irritation, anger, frustration in his head that I knew was there but couldn’t access past the “I’m not mad” denial, or the compliments-disguised-as-insults… Or those fucking simple smile emojis at the end of a friendly-though-threatening text message.
For example:
“It’s okay, I’m not mad, I just wasn’t expecting that from you. Have a great weekend and I’ll see you next week sometime. :)”
NO, IT’S NOT ALL GOOD. DON’T TELL ME MY BEHAVIOUR WAS “UNEXPECTED” AND THAT YOU’LL SEE ME NEXT WEEK… AND THEN SMILE AT ME !
Why don’t we have an actual conversation, that talks about actual feelings, that skips the BS and feels real? Like real adults?
Maybe we can do that when we see each other next week.