Honesty is the best policy
You know those little “one small step for man; one giant leap for relationship” kinds of moments? I think I had one today.
I guess I should introduce the situation a little bit before I get into details, so here’s a quick run-down: my boyfriend and I are living pretty far away from each other for the summer. Normally he lives in a town that is 101 miles away from mine, but the distance still doesn’t keep us from visiting at least twice a week. Now we can only see each other on weekends. I realize that the situation really isn’t terrible at all — in fact I still know very little of the struggles long-distance lovers experience.
There is, however one specific problem: he hates talking on the phone, and I want to squeeze his brain of every detail of his day’s activities, thoughts, annoyances — everything.
He gave me a quick ring before class, we swapped a few words, and he told me he had to go.
“But you still have eight minutes until class starts,” I reminded him.
“Well, I don’t feel like talking to you anymore and I’m going to go study,” he replied.
The slightest error in diction really can be killer, huh? So, usually I would act hurt, hang up, possibly send him a text telling me I was hurt by what he said, draw the whole thing out and turn it into a long, dramatic “my boyfriend’s an a*sshole fest ‘07.” (Yes, T-shirts and all. And YES, I do realize how anal-retentive I sound in that quote.)
Wow, I didn’t think I could make myself appear more vulnerable, but sometimes that’s just what he does to me. Luckily, instead of reenacting my normal routine, I quickly jumped back onto my high horse, told him in an honest and edgy way that his carelessness for my feelings pissed me off, and once he had finished class he sent me a sweet message with a nice apology.
No need for a huge road blockage after a tiny fender-bender, eh? And all I needed to do was be honest about my feelings. Imagine that.
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