She said we weren’t good for each other. I asked for some time, and she said she would think about it until the end of the day.
But she had already thought about it for much longer than that. I just didn’t know it.
She said I hurt her feelings when I joked. I asked her if she would talk about things and work on it with me.
She quietly shook her head.
In a relationship that should be two people communicating, she chose not to communicate.
She chose not to work on us, expecting instead to fall into some effortless fairy tale fantasy.
If something is wrong, you have to say something is wrong. You can’t go on telling someone they’re perfect in every way, and then expect them to know that something needs to change. Some people are more compatible than others, but no matter what, every single relationship is a choice. Sometimes that choice requires a lot of hard work.
I wish I had been given a choice at all.
Thanks for your support.