I'm frustrated with someone and what better way to deal than by writing a blog about it? It may not be the right way to deal but it's the write way tonight.
For some people asking for time means asking for space. For me, time and space are not nearly so relative.
I needed time to trust again after way too much space. Alone in the abandoned relation'ship' I'd been bailing out water trying to keep our friendship afloat all by myself for months after he broke my heart.
I get it, I was insensitive and deserved to have my heart broken but he said he wanted to be friends... Maybe he said it to be nice, to soften the blow, maybe he didn't mean it but I trusted him and took him at his word.
The first few weeks, it made sense he would be cold and distant, my stupid mistake hurt him, hurt us. I deserved to be punished. I accidentally hit the jackpot on his pain receptors in my need to sabotage the relationship out of fear of ever again going through a "limey" hell.
A few of you understand what that refers to, and you rock!
Anyway, me telling him 'time' auto-mistranslated to 'space' because I guess that's what most people mean when they say time... I really wish people would be more exact so that plain English wasn't so complicated and was a bit more PLAIN.
Space means (in the Dictionary of Ashley) seeing your face or hearing your voice causes me so much pain I can't take it.
Time, on the other hand, means this needs work to get back to okay.
Give me time is very different from give me space, and maybe that's just my twisted lingo but I can't seem to get that through his head and so I'm quite frustrated.
I wish I knew how to speak like a human instead of an Ashley.
Growls.
For some people asking for time means asking for space. For me, time and space are not nearly so relative.
I needed time to trust again after way too much space. Alone in the abandoned relation'ship' I'd been bailing out water trying to keep our friendship afloat all by myself for months after he broke my heart.
I get it, I was insensitive and deserved to have my heart broken but he said he wanted to be friends... Maybe he said it to be nice, to soften the blow, maybe he didn't mean it but I trusted him and took him at his word.
The first few weeks, it made sense he would be cold and distant, my stupid mistake hurt him, hurt us. I deserved to be punished. I accidentally hit the jackpot on his pain receptors in my need to sabotage the relationship out of fear of ever again going through a "limey" hell.
A few of you understand what that refers to, and you rock!
Anyway, me telling him 'time' auto-mistranslated to 'space' because I guess that's what most people mean when they say time... I really wish people would be more exact so that plain English wasn't so complicated and was a bit more PLAIN.
Space means (in the Dictionary of Ashley) seeing your face or hearing your voice causes me so much pain I can't take it.
Time, on the other hand, means this needs work to get back to okay.
Give me time is very different from give me space, and maybe that's just my twisted lingo but I can't seem to get that through his head and so I'm quite frustrated.
I wish I knew how to speak like a human instead of an Ashley.
Growls.
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