For those familiar with my blog, you know how my
relationships often failed. I dated and spent most of the time communicating
through text. When everything was happy and loving, the texts flowed so
smoothly and interestingly. However, when it came to arguments, our
conversations often escalated to horrible ends.
We once were talking about how unmotivated my partner was
and ended up lashing out words because the tone he read from the texts made him
think that I was mocking him. While in fact, I wasn’t, I was trying to get him
to be more playful like he was before. Because I’m very playful. I was losing
the fire we usually had and I had to say something.
I was hoping for a response more along the lines of let’s
rent a hotel and get our motivation back but ended up getting a horribly and painfully
texted insult. My partner asked me to go find someone who can give it to me the
way I want. Because he was not capable of giving me what I needed at that time.
Well. He could, he had. We just needed to create an ideal
situation where we could rediscover ourselves and fall in love again. After that,
I tried calling to correct the interpretation but by then, my partner was
already wounded.
The worst part was that I described the great scenes of 50
shades, but being a person who wasn’t familiar with the series, things got even
worse. He thought that I meant that I had found someone who gave me amazing sex
and I was trying to pen them against one another. I wasn’t, I was trying to get
a vacation and a great time between the sheets and ended up with a fight.
That wasn’t the only time that texts had led me and my
partner to have an argument. The funny thing is, I realized that I’m a horrible
texter years later. If I had earlier. I probably would have saved my
relationship.
I got into another relationship later on and made a connection
I never did before. The relationship was booming, my spirit was elevated, and I
was growing and glowing. He was truly the best and called often. Whenever he sensed
that I was angry, he would call and wed sort out the issue or he’d suggest we
talked in person. It was amazing, and I was happy, but my texting almost ruined
it again. I had a sudden shift in the direction of my life and it shook our relationship.
I asked for time off to figure things out. I did this through text and boy did
it fail epically.
My text wasn’t clear enough and they ended up thinking that
I was substituting them for someone else, while actually, I couldn’t dream of
wanting anyone else. My child’s dad was the man in question. The fight went on
for a long and every time I tried to explain, everything escalated.
Now here I was, not in a relationship with my baby daddy,
and on the verge of losing the love of my life. It hurt so bad, that I even
contemplated going back to him, but couldn’t. I realized that I was giving up the
love I had never felt before.
I learned that my last relationship performed better than
the former because we communicated better and avoided texting. I hope this
helps you, or maybe I’m just a weirdo who doesn’t know how to communicate
properly.
