How it looked
like:
On December 30th
we have a fight.
He says we have
not progressed at all and that he feels alone.
I say I don't
understand why we should give up on something we worked so hard to achieve.
We both cry and
pat each other on the back.
He cries because
it is a sad sentiment. I cry because it is true.
How it felt like:
HE:
Beside this one
isolated complaint – he hasn't done anything to „progress“ us. No hopes or
plans have been presented by him and shot down by me. When he says we should do something he means that...
I should assess
the situation
And determine
what could be done
And decide what
should be done
And plan how/when/where
to do it
And implement all
solutions
And I should do it all the while
defending myself from flood of defeatism.
I:
I worked so hard
to preserve this because I do not doubt I love him and that I want to make it
work with him. I know there are many fish in the sea but I'd like, if just for
now, for this fish to be my fish – for this fish to be The Fish.
What it meant to me:
So we will see what the future will wash up on our shore.
1 comment:
E moj Dado, uvijek promašiš ceo fudbal :-(
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