Her Insecurites Are Killing Me
Feb 6th, 2009 | Author: admin | Category: The Chronicles
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Our conversation last night went a little something like this:
“Hey, how was your day,” I asked.
“It was ok,” she replied. “What about you?”
“My day … my day was just a day,” I said. “I’m still pretty stressed out at work because of that big project I was telling you about. I’ll be glad when it’s over.”
“Yeah, me too (her voice trails off). You know … I can’t even pretend anymore; I have to ask this. Do you want to see other women? I’m just wondering, because you haven’t been yourself the last few days.”
I was silent at first … but then I became agitated.
“Did you miss the first part of our conversation when I said that I’ve been stressed out at work,” I asked. “And haven’t we been talking every step of the way while I’ve been pulling these long nights? Weren’t you the same women who said you understood what I was going through?”
“I know, you’re right,” she quietly replied. “I did say that. I don’t know … I just need to know where I stand with you. I’m used to having all of your attention, so I assumed that there was another woman. I guess I’m just lonely right now, and was hoping that we’d be further along in our relationship.”
“I’m not sure how I should respond to this,” I said with a sigh. “But to address your first concern, there is no one else.”
And there wasn’t…
Two weeks prior.
I picked her up, so we could grab a bite to eat. The week had been long, and we hadn’t really seen each other, so I wanted to make the night special. We went to this new lounge where the food was great, and as luck would have it, Maxwell was in town doing an unplugged set to try out some new music. The night couldn’t have been more pleasant. And then it happened…
“Hey why aren’t you eating your food,” I wondered.
She shifted around in her seat. “I don’t know,” she mumbled.”I mean don’t get me wrong, everything is perfect, and you’ve been really sweet. I just can’t help but think that you aren’t telling me something though.”
“Something like what?”
“Why haven’t we had sex this week,” she asked. “Are you having sex with someone else?”
“No.”
“So then what’s the problem?”
“Wait a minute,” I stated incredulously. “Wasn’t your family in town for part of the week? I mean, what was I supposed to do, sneak into your house while your parents were asleep? And the other part of the week, I was getting over the flu. You stayed with me, and knew that I was sick. So how could you possibly think that I was sleeping with another woman?”
She went back to eating her food without explaining herself. Our night was officially ruined.
The Fly Conclusion: This had become a frequent occurrence between us. Any day that failed to live up to her lofty expectations of us having a “perfect relationship,” was always met with accusations of infidelity. It never failed.
Her ailment: Insecurity
My Remedy: “Hey, I really like you, but I don’t think that things are going to work out between us. I don’t want to spend the majority of my time with you defending actions that shouldn’t even be questioned in the first place.”
Her insecurities were killing me … and I’m way too young to die now.
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