[ He presses his lips together in a line, picking at a wrinkle in his shirt. ]
So like. I mentioned the whole— she doesn't like talking thing, right? I think it's, like, less that she doesn't like talking, and more that she doesn't like talking about feelings. Like. She's, uh. Really practical? And doesn't like feeling vulnerable, I think? And talking about that stuff is, like, a one-two punch of being emotional and vulnerable.
The last time I tried, it, uh. Turned into a fight, like I said. Not over the thing, but over... other stuff.
[ "Other stuff," like his crazy shitbag of a father is as mundane as arguing about chores. ]
And we kinda just screamed at each other and haven't really talked about it since. I think we're both worried about it turning into another shouting match.
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So like. I mentioned the whole— she doesn't like talking thing, right? I think it's, like, less that she doesn't like talking, and more that she doesn't like talking about feelings. Like. She's, uh. Really practical? And doesn't like feeling vulnerable, I think? And talking about that stuff is, like, a one-two punch of being emotional and vulnerable.
The last time I tried, it, uh. Turned into a fight, like I said. Not over the thing, but over... other stuff.
[ "Other stuff," like his crazy shitbag of a father is as mundane as arguing about chores. ]
And we kinda just screamed at each other and haven't really talked about it since. I think we're both worried about it turning into another shouting match.