C. O. M. M. U. N. I. C. A. T. I. O. N.
Had a hiccup in my relationship recently. I’m using the word hiccup to mean epic disaster that almost ended everything.
Basically we had another communication failure. It’s kinda our thing. We’re two independent and head strong individuals trying to learn how to function as a team. We are both better at individual sports than team events. We don’t even do relays.
Yesterday was the final straw though, for me. It was just too reminiscent of the obstacles I thought we’d gotten past. It was too dangerously familiar. I couldn’t cope. I couldn’t do it all, again. I was ready to cut and run.
He was holding on, to me and the smallest piece of information that could change everything. His pride kept him from sharing everything. He was torn between what he wanted for us and what his plan had been. He wanted to please everyone. And, instead of telling me the issues, he was going to sacrifice everything.
Instead of telling me you’re scared, you’d tell me goodbye?
This is a team. We are teammates. We handle all our obstacles together. And, we never, NEVER, let fear be stronger than love.