If you're paying attention, you will know when
something is wrong even if you don't know how to
fix it...
*sigh* She's upset again...
This time I don't have to guess, the catalyst
was my attempted mind-reading, assuming,
yet confusing her venting and non-responses
to my opinions, suggestions, and feelings as
"something's wrong"...
"Something's...missing...and I don't know what it
is...no I...don't know what it is..." ironically fills
the air--my appropriate Ipod Shuffle doing its
art imitating life thing again. "Pfft" is her way
of showing the recognition of the big bright
yellow and orange elephant in the room. So, why
wouldn't I conclude that "something's wrong" when
clearly all signs point to the corner of "Uh Oh".
"There's nothing wrong. I can't talk to you. I just
wanted to vent. I don't need you trying to fix my
problems or fix me. I'm not broken!"
It felt like I had just stepped off of a merry-go-round
and tried to run a few miles on a treadmill...I could
feel the world spinning beneath my feet yet I knew I
was standing still, motionless...confused...angry...
"I don't try to do anything but show you I care. Why would
you stop venting? Because I share a concern, proving I
was paying attention and feel a certain kind of way about
your plight? That's how I genuinely show I care for you!
That's the most authentic expression of caring that I know!"
Her reply: I have nothing else to say.
My inner voice: Something's wrong...
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