Theres something depressingly cyclical about the kinds of arguments you have at this time of day:
(I’ve pre-watershedded the language a little, add your own colour if you feel it necessary)
Her: I can’t believe you asked anuver girl for er number, why’d’you ask er for er number?
Him: She was a policewoman, I was taking the micky
Being that one of the few emotions I understand is anger, this is something that gets to me, I find it especially difficult to sleep through.
All has gone quiet now, but I’ve ended up in this loop where I’m thinking “if someone NT can’t tell the difference between a joking around and something their girlfriend would be deeply upset and worried by, I don’t really stand a chance”.
And this is one of the big problems I have with relationships…nearly the only emotion I get from them is anger, and that anger is normally directed at me for not understanding the thing they’re upset about. Hearing this from the outside just reinforces that feeling.
Now I’m going to make hot chocolate and try sleeping again.
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