Well, I don’t know how to put this any other way, kind readers, but Renee has dumped me. She called last night and asked where I was.
“Home”, I replied.
“Are you busy?” she asked.
“No, I’m just watching TV” I said. I was getting a little nervous and I asked her what was going on.
“I don’t really know how to say this,” she tells me “but this isn’t working for me”. This is not what I was expecting when she called, and I told her so.
I remember her saying something like “It doesn’t bother me what you’re saying but HOW you’re saying it”. She had a talk with me previous to this and said that I had somehow disciplined her daughter but then couldn’t give me an example of what she meant. She also told me I was dismissive in my tone.
I recall that, toward the end of the call, we both sat there with not much to say and we were wondering how to end the call. I mean, how do you segue from “it’s over” to “okay, have a good one” (or “have a nice life” – that’s what I wanted to say).
In the minutes after the call ended I thought about the good times. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? I thought about the dinners with her parents, her daughter’s smile, the luxurious weekend we spent alone and the way that we could fall together in a comfortable position no matter where we sat.
I then thought about the previous night and how she didn’t take my hand when I was stroking her leg at the dinner table (I thought it was because her parents were around). I thought about the looks I didn’t get before dinner as the women were on one side of the room and the men were on the other.
All in all I felt sort of blind-sided. I always had this thought that if we did want to break up it would be a mutual decision or that we’d just drift apart. I never figured this particular option would come into play.
I’m not bitter towards her; god knows she’s old enough to make her own decision. I feel like I should feel more. Maybe because I’m so tired these days all it does is make me feel numb.
I meant to call the dating service and ask that they throw me back in the pool but I got so busy today at work. All I want to do now is go to bed but I have promises to keep and piles to go before I sleep.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“Home”, I replied.
“Are you busy?” she asked.
“No, I’m just watching TV” I said. I was getting a little nervous and I asked her what was going on.
“I don’t really know how to say this,” she tells me “but this isn’t working for me”. This is not what I was expecting when she called, and I told her so.
I remember her saying something like “It doesn’t bother me what you’re saying but HOW you’re saying it”. She had a talk with me previous to this and said that I had somehow disciplined her daughter but then couldn’t give me an example of what she meant. She also told me I was dismissive in my tone.
I recall that, toward the end of the call, we both sat there with not much to say and we were wondering how to end the call. I mean, how do you segue from “it’s over” to “okay, have a good one” (or “have a nice life” – that’s what I wanted to say).
In the minutes after the call ended I thought about the good times. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? I thought about the dinners with her parents, her daughter’s smile, the luxurious weekend we spent alone and the way that we could fall together in a comfortable position no matter where we sat.
I then thought about the previous night and how she didn’t take my hand when I was stroking her leg at the dinner table (I thought it was because her parents were around). I thought about the looks I didn’t get before dinner as the women were on one side of the room and the men were on the other.
All in all I felt sort of blind-sided. I always had this thought that if we did want to break up it would be a mutual decision or that we’d just drift apart. I never figured this particular option would come into play.
I’m not bitter towards her; god knows she’s old enough to make her own decision. I feel like I should feel more. Maybe because I’m so tired these days all it does is make me feel numb.
I meant to call the dating service and ask that they throw me back in the pool but I got so busy today at work. All I want to do now is go to bed but I have promises to keep and piles to go before I sleep.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.