A relationship can be hard, confusing and maybe a girl wants to text a friend to get some advice but that text goes flying through the airwaves right into her partners mail instead… things can go from bad to worse. Even some quick tap dancing, back stepping, doesn’t work. Then it can do nothing less than get real.

Her:
We’re not solid yet and I’m not sure that I want to be. When I’m with him, I’m not sure and when I’m not with him, I’m not sure. What is one to do? I don’t like it when my mind is filled with thoughts like these. I like to be settled. Oh well, this is what I’ll have to live with until my mind does settle. It’s a lazy Sunday, I’m doing a little bit of this and I’m doing a little bit of that and a lot of nothing. This day will slip right through my fingers.

Him:
We’re not solid yet. Who are you writing to? Are you writing to me in the third person?

Her: starting the tap dance…
Yes.

Her: fake, schmarmy smile…
Just some thoughts.

Her: quick but faulty thinking…
What should I do?

Him:
You blew it again.

Her: Pleading innocence…
How?

Her: blame shifting…
How can we weather the storms if you think I blew it by expressing myself to you? How strong is our love? That weak?

Her: guilt tripping…
Why shouldn’t I think that we’re not solid yet when you can say things like, “You blew it again”?

Him:
The things you say makes the relationship weak. I was just planning to see you tomorrow for breakfast, lovemaking, bookstore, supper, dog walk, conversation, but the things you say chase me away. Do you think I’m going to come tomorrow after your immature statements are made? Yes, you blew it again. And we needed time to work things out and have a lot of fun. This is not fun having these useless discourses. They get us nowhere. I’ll contact you in a few days or a week to see if you can get your shit together.

Her: blame totally shifted…
That sounds like we’re on pretty shaky ground, wouldn’t you say? Doing this is what makes me wonder. I don’t want to expect this kind of rejection, but I do. But if this is what you want…

Him:
What you wrote at 1:48 today made me sick. Why did you write it? Read it again, read it again and again – – why did you write that? Did you write it because you felt that way? Made me feel sick. How do you think I’m going to respond to that? And what are you trying to tell me… that we are through? That is the only way I can interpret what you are writing. OK, I get it.

Her: Wow! That was weird. Now what? Let’s get serious…

Good night old-man. For now, you’re stuck with me… Me and my fine ideas and changable feelings I want to share with you. Go ahead; don’t talk to me for a few days, a week… go ahead, but we’re somehow hooked up together in heart and mind because we keep trying. Take all the time you want… get mad at me. Do what you have to do. Have your little tizzy. Get over yourself. Let me say the words I’ve got to say. Stop countin’ and judgin’ the times I blow it… the times I disappoint you. Go on with your rigid rules and expectations. I’m right here. You want to have fun, so relax. Call me when you love me for me and free me from what you want me to be. I’ll be singin’ and dancin’ right over here where you left me.

Good night. Sweet dreams.