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)
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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Absinth makes the heart grow fonder ...
Long distance (200+ miles) with a wonderful girl for about 3 years. Only got to see her for about 1 weekend every 6 weeks due to work / wife / rock'n'roll commitments.
Then one visit she is very distant emotionally. I thought she was just having one of her hormonal 'down' days as she sometimes did, which also normally result in no sex as well.
Then, bag packed for the return home on Sunday afternoon I am just about to walk to the train station when she finally gets the courage to say it:
Her: "We need to talk ..."
Me: "Can we still be friends?"
Her: "Yes, you damn fool!"
She knew she was breaking both our hearts, but it wasn't going to be able to carry on like that anymore. I kept it together for the 3 hour journey, got through the front door and cried so hard I puked. Lucky the wife was away for the weekend as well!
2 months after that the wife left me and shacked up with someone else. I didn't shed a tear. Hmmmmmmmm.
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 6:42, Reply)
Long distance (200+ miles) with a wonderful girl for about 3 years. Only got to see her for about 1 weekend every 6 weeks due to work / wife / rock'n'roll commitments.
Then one visit she is very distant emotionally. I thought she was just having one of her hormonal 'down' days as she sometimes did, which also normally result in no sex as well.
Then, bag packed for the return home on Sunday afternoon I am just about to walk to the train station when she finally gets the courage to say it:
Her: "We need to talk ..."
Me: "Can we still be friends?"
Her: "Yes, you damn fool!"
She knew she was breaking both our hearts, but it wasn't going to be able to carry on like that anymore. I kept it together for the 3 hour journey, got through the front door and cried so hard I puked. Lucky the wife was away for the weekend as well!
2 months after that the wife left me and shacked up with someone else. I didn't shed a tear. Hmmmmmmmm.
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 6:42, Reply)
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