" I know it confuses the hell out of Jake. It's just sometimes he does things that upset me, and I don't want to tell him. And in retrospect, I realize how some of those things are truly dumb to get all worked up about. But, at the time, I feel I have a justifiable reason to feel that way. As far as not telling him - it's such a girl thing. Me and Amy talked about it when she was here. It's like, if he doesn't know what's wrong, then I don't want to tell him. He *should* know. "
First let me point out I know it confuses the hell out of Jake.
So why do it?
Yes it does confuse the hell out of me.
Here's the thing, like sometimes she does things that piss me off. Sometimes I don't tell her. BUT, if she asks, she can get it out of me. Even if it takes some prying. Girls, what they do is, they NEVER tell you. You know their upset, you ask are you upset? They say no. If you go on and on about it, they get mad cause you won't stop talking to them about them being upset when they claim they aren't. YET, in reality they are upset but refuse to tell you. Then eventually they stop being mad at you, and everything is considered fine, yet there was a big problem in their heads, that you never got to state your side of.
Not that I really care as long as it works out, but maybe I did do something wrong, shouldn't I get to apologize? I'm not afraid to say I was wrong.
Why must everything be such a secret? If I don't know, then tell me. ESPECIALLY IF I ASK!
Don't lie and say nothing is wrong when it is. Thats just pointless.
She's afraid that and I quote once again...."I fear: complicated me will eventually drive him away."
Yet I have this wild feeling that deep inside she is trying to drive me away. Like not that she wants to, but that she is on purpose. Sub-conscience or something. I know thats what a shrink would say.
The good news: She can never drive me away. I love her too much for that.
I know it sounds stupid to rant on and on about this kinda stuff, but I constantly tell her how I feel, I constantly ask her to talk to me, I try to understand, I try to be supportive, yet I still get so little. I KNOW, she is working on it, and she has come a long long way, she tells me lots more then she ever did before, but still, I hate seeing her struggle so much with problems when I could help. With a little love.