Tom:have you talked much about his history much?
I was often at his house since I tried to spend as less time as possible at my parents house. He described all the situations from his past to me. We lived in the same village and went to high school together. I don't really know what is going on with him that he doesn't finally brake with his family. He hates them anyway. I started talking with him about it and there was a moment I could literally hear the drop falling into the well but then he changed the subject and eventually became evasive. Who knows maybe the next time. Maybe he is already reading "on truth" now then I don't have to do all the work. Interesting, do I feel hope? Well, we will see. We talk so seldom this can actually take years to find out.
Tom:final test of the relationship
Not a test more a discussion, I guess, with the option for both parties to leave any time. The metaphor was about a situation in her life that was repeating and I knew it was not beneficial for her but I also knew it would not matter what I would say because she doesn't listen or ask for feedback at all when it comes to that issue. Its as if you are not existing, a ghost. For her it wouldn't make a difference to talk to a wall.
So I wrote her that I felt first helpless and then angry when I read the part of the email about her new Bob5 and that this wouldn't mean that she has to do or change anything that this would simply be how I would experience it and I would like to share it with her. I wrote her I would dearly care for her and would be thankful if she would answer my questions about why she describes the stories about Bob1 and Bob5 to me, if she was expecting an answer and what her intent was.
Her response:
Dear Lily,
There was a time when we shared everything about our lives.
The last thing I want to do is making you angry or even worst
- sad. It is very difficult for me to understand now, what is left I am allowed
to say or do without hurting you – and – good forbid I don’t want to hurt you.
How could I assume that you would sense helplessness, when I write
about my new lover?
Through your intense focus on yourself – and I think this is
very good – you started analyzing everything I write. This is difficult for me.
You can’t and don’t want to analyze every situation. That one story about Bob1 annoys
you - fine. But this [new story] is about a total
different person who I don’t even know longer than a week and who started
playing a role in my life.
I am sorry if I pressed you.
You know what? Now I feel helpless.
So, what do you think about this letter?
I feel hurt. Female hostility can be so subliminal. It looks like a present with ribbons and paper but it is full of shit.
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