Probably the best phrasing I could possibly use to describe my interaction with Mark today. Utter disaster.
I called, and he didn't answer. Then there was a text from him that said "Do you need something?" At that point, I suspected he knew it was me--but how is that possible? I didn't get my cell until a year after we broke up. So, I called again, and he answered. I got one 'Hello', and I launched into this completely awkward monologue about this call being random but I wanted to make things right, etc. (In actual fact, I wrote out a little speech about a month ago, but I lost it. I. Am. Pathetic.) I get to about ten seconds into my yammering and pause. The line is dead. He's (assumedly) hung up on me, which leaves me simultaneously hurt and pissed.
So, I decided to send him a text that said something to the effect of: "I wanted to apologize, I hope you can meet me halfway on this, blahblah, let's talk, blahblahpenancecakes."
No reply (duh), so, I guess that's that.
Anticlimactic as balls, man. The silence is the worst.
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8 years ago
2 comments:
ugggghhh
That is so frustrating. At least you can be reassured by the fact that you did all you could do. Good for you for trying to keep the peace.
i think the most important thing in situations like this is to realize that making yourself understood is not always that important (but i make the mistake of thinking it is all the time). it feels weird to let stuff go sometimes because it feels like that's copping out, but in a lot of cases is it's really the best thing you can do.
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