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This is a question We have to talk

Conversations that start, "We have to talk..." are never good.

Tell us about the ones you've been trapped in.

(, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 9:34)
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Connie
I sat down beside her, desperate for a serious chat. "We have to talk," I said. She just looked at me blankly. I sighed, and hung my head in my hands, thinking of what to say.

"I just don't think things are working out between us lately," I said, looking around the room, staring at the wilting flowers on the table by the wall.

"Ever since you met your friend, that doctor, you've just seemed so distant with me," I explained, tears filling my eyes.

"You spend so much more time with him than me. I thought we were in love." I looked over to the photo of us together, smiling, sitting on the table.

"You don't look at me with those loving eyes you used to." She turns her head in my direction but looks through me, then back to the door and stares silently.

"You don't say a word to me. I don't think you even listen to what I'm saying." I pick up the photo of us.

"I know the sex has been lacking lately ... You just seem to lay there, completely still. That's why I've given up these past few weeks." I hide the porn mag behind me a bit more.

"You just lay there and don't do anything. You don't make any effort with me anymore, since you met your doctor friend." I'm crying now, looking at the photo.

"What's so great about him anyway? Why do you prefer him to me?" I raise my voice.

She opens her mouth, inhales slowly and exhales and keeps staring. Silence.

"I'm sorry, Connie." I place the photo face-down on the table and step up.

"I love you, but this is goodbye."

I walk out of the coma ward and go home.
(, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 19:02, Reply)

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