Your boyfriend says he wants to talk to you about his fears concerning your relationship.
It’s Christmas Eve.
Your fears flood into your brain–you didn’t now there was a crack in the dam, because you were ignoring the dam itself.
You fear that, even though he fits you in every way, you’re not happy.
You should be–he’s wonderful, your friends like him. There are no big problems. The small ones are too small to bother with.
So why do you not melt into his hug when he embraces you on the way to the kitchen? Or reach out to take his hand at the theatre?
I’m so busy, you’ve told yourself. So stressed.
And now he has worries.
They’re about something else–something that might come down the road–something he’s right to be worried about.
But in this moment, you aren’t worried about the problem down the road ending things.
You’re worried about this moment, when all of a sudden, you can’t see the road anymore.
You are the asshole who breaks up with her boyfriend a few minutes before Christmas.
