"You ask me how I felt about things in our past and I've told you. It never seems to be what you want to hear though and more and more, I'm of the mind that perhaps you and I may be discussing two entirely different bits of the same situation," and I bloody well hope that those two things are different to his mind because if he's thinking the only reason I may not care for what I'm hearing is misunderstanding then he's forgotten more than I care to think he might...
Strikes me I'm hearing precious little about how he feels when we disagree, only about what I feel. Leaves me some unsettled, and not sure why.
"You seem to want to delve into the heart of things but what you consider that to be may be different that what I do. Rather than ask me to lay it all out and let you pick over it, why don't you ask me one question? Perhaps if we start with one small bit, we won't get lost in another knotted tangle. Does that sound fair to you, love?"
"No," I say blunt. "Sounds like you're missing the problem I have with speaking of the matter. Moment ago you were so unsure of way of things you were after writing down my thoughts on it, setting aside any of your own. What good do you think my asking you about anything'll do when you can't tell in your own mind what did or didn't happen?"
Well, then. Suppose that's one question, in its own way, but not one as is going to settle matters; nor does it. End up walking him back home in the rain, and parting ways.
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Date: 2012-03-13 01:45 am (UTC)Strikes me I'm hearing precious little about how he feels when we disagree, only about what I feel. Leaves me some unsettled, and not sure why.
"You seem to want to delve into the heart of things but what you consider that to be may be different that what I do. Rather than ask me to lay it all out and let you pick over it, why don't you ask me one question? Perhaps if we start with one small bit, we won't get lost in another knotted tangle. Does that sound fair to you, love?"
"No," I say blunt. "Sounds like you're missing the problem I have with speaking of the matter. Moment ago you were so unsure of way of things you were after writing down my thoughts on it, setting aside any of your own. What good do you think my asking you about anything'll do when you can't tell in your own mind what did or didn't happen?"
Well, then. Suppose that's one question, in its own way, but not one as is going to settle matters; nor does it. End up walking him back home in the rain, and parting ways.