“Can I talk to you?”
Ugh. I could tell by his quiet demeanor at dinner that he had been stewing on something. Usually the “Can I talk to you?” question is the beginning to our hard, long, awkward conversations.
“I’m really bothered by…”
Then it came. The flood of his frustration. This time, it wasn’t directed at me, but it still involved me because I had not stepped up and fought for myself. He was frustrated because of how I was being treated in another relationship. I deserved better. I could feel my throat closing up and I just stared straight ahead. I didn’t want to deal with this. Not with him and not with the other person either. Can’t you just let me be?