The Door to A Healthy Discussion

 


It was early morning and I was not in the best mood. The very first words that came out of my mouth were, “Oooh I hate you,” as I lazily turned in my bed after being awoken by the sound of fist to metal as the house help banged on the gate, coming for work. I can bet even the birds were mad at the rude interruption as they sang to the risen sun.

As my brain warmed up and mind slowly revved up, it immediately picked up where it left off the previous day, on the slight friction that found its way between my lovely lady and I, out of nowhere. I’d said something that made her feel a certain way, that made her respond a certain way that made me feel a certain way. Dang! I had to pump the brakes before I lost them, and figure out what in the world just happened, and how. I had to hear her out as she shared her feelings and thoughts on what just happened. I had to say, “I’m sorry,” despite not quite understanding what I’d done wrong.

With a clearer mind in the morning, I contemplated and sent her a VN on WhatsApp, sharing my thoughts and feelings as well. Though in a low mood, I was in a better state of mind and heart than the previous day, so I guess I shared them better than I would have when they were all suddenly entangled together.

It’s not until she woke up that she listened to it. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but wonder how what I’ve said was going to affect her.

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way,” she graciously told me in that soothing voice of hers that always massages my ear lobes with the most amazing melodies.

“That’s ok, babe. I know you didn’t mean to,” I replied trying to match her tone, but my deep vocals failed me.

“And you raised some good points,” she added.

“Yeah? You think so?” I asked, some relief suddenly engulfing my heart.

“I had no idea that I was poking you. I think I’m confused now too. I’m not ready to talk about it booboo.”

She needed to get back to sleep and get some more rest before heading to work later.

“That’s fine, booboo. I’m not quite ready too. But you know I got you, right?”

“Yes, I do,” I replied, before she added, “And I love you.”

“Yes, babe. And you know I got you too, right,” I asked.

“Yes, babe,” she replied before I added, “And I love you too.”

The door was open for a healthy discussion, in due time.

 

 

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