Can I just say...
You can't ask a guy to tear himself open for you one day, and then not be there when the pain of that catches up to him. You asked me to tell you these things and now... what? You're mad at me for it? You "need space," after making me track through all my painful moments in the name of honesty- so much trust building, you need, yet it never seems to actually inculcate trust in you- you just pull me open and then walk away?
Not even an "I'm ok." So not only do I have to deal with parts of myself that you knew I didn't want to talk about, yet I did because you wanted me to and I love you, I also have to sit and stew in that battered psyche and wonder: is she ok? Is she dying? Did something happen? Would the hospital call me if it did?
I don't even know what, specifically, your emotional state is, and what in that torrent you pulled out of me put you there. You're all about communication, right up until it involves telling me basic details you'd prefer to stew over, I guess.
"Don't be selfish, Ryan. Don't make this about you," my mind crows. But for once, fuck that.
How could you do that to me?
You can't ask a guy to tear himself open for you one day, and then not be there when the pain of that catches up to him. You asked me to tell you these things and now... what? You're mad at me for it? You "need space," after making me track through all my painful moments in the name of honesty- so much trust building, you need, yet it never seems to actually inculcate trust in you- you just pull me open and then walk away?
Not even an "I'm ok." So not only do I have to deal with parts of myself that you knew I didn't want to talk about, yet I did because you wanted me to and I love you, I also have to sit and stew in that battered psyche and wonder: is she ok? Is she dying? Did something happen? Would the hospital call me if it did?
I don't even know what, specifically, your emotional state is, and what in that torrent you pulled out of me put you there. You're all about communication, right up until it involves telling me basic details you'd prefer to stew over, I guess.
"Don't be selfish, Ryan. Don't make this about you," my mind crows. But for once, fuck that.
How could you do that to me?
"YOU take the hard look in the mirror. You are everything that is wrong with this world. The only thing important to you, is you." - ronedee
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