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Inspirations set 12, C. Matter of Trust
You can't go the distance
With too much resistance
I know you have doubts
But for God's sake don't shut me out
They say communication is the most important thing in a relationship. It’s vital. It’s what keeps things flowing and open between you. But it’s never so black and white. Nothing ever really is.
My fiancé, the love of my life, broke up with me to try and protect me. To protect me from the news just delivered to him by his doctor and everything that was going to come in it’s wake. It was a domino effect and he was standing at the first shuddering game piece waiting for it all to go falling down in a rapid heap. He didn’t talk to me, didn’t tell me his feelings; he just nudged that first domino and hoped we could both walk away without too many crushed remnants of our time together.
It was painful, heartbreaking news, but his first reaction was to try and protect me to the detriment of his own feelings. I know what he was thinking. If he broke up with me and tried to make me hate him, I would walk away and not be hurt. It didn’t matter to him that his own world was coming crashing down around him. He pushed me away and shut me out before I even had a chance to know what had happened. As if taking bullet to save my life wasn’t enough.
If he told me, we could’ve worked through it together and saved at least some of the ache that came with the diagnosis. It was a shock to hear it from someone else. I’d believed him when he told me he didn’t love me anymore and didn’t want to marry me. Why would I believe anything else? He said it with such emotion-filled determination, screamed it, even. I think he was trying to convince himself more than me. Convince himself he could hold up the façade because it didn’t matter that he was hurting, just so long as I wasn’t.
But he forgot that when I agreed to marry him, and as corny as it is, it was for better or for worse. Working together through the shit takes so much more strength than lapping up the good times. Communication, talking… it is the key to everything, even if it’s going to hurt. He forgets that I want to protect him just as much as he wants to protect me and that sometimes means hurting and surviving through it together. We got past it eventually, once I was told by my friend why things had taken such a horrible turn for the worst and I confronted him. It wasn’t easy. And maybe it will never be easy again? But it was us. It was our lot and I guess time will tell how we tackle it together and what’s in store for us next.
Muse | Dr Tara Brennan
Fandom | House, M.D. (Original Character)
Words | 462
You can't go the distance
With too much resistance
I know you have doubts
But for God's sake don't shut me out
They say communication is the most important thing in a relationship. It’s vital. It’s what keeps things flowing and open between you. But it’s never so black and white. Nothing ever really is.
My fiancé, the love of my life, broke up with me to try and protect me. To protect me from the news just delivered to him by his doctor and everything that was going to come in it’s wake. It was a domino effect and he was standing at the first shuddering game piece waiting for it all to go falling down in a rapid heap. He didn’t talk to me, didn’t tell me his feelings; he just nudged that first domino and hoped we could both walk away without too many crushed remnants of our time together.
It was painful, heartbreaking news, but his first reaction was to try and protect me to the detriment of his own feelings. I know what he was thinking. If he broke up with me and tried to make me hate him, I would walk away and not be hurt. It didn’t matter to him that his own world was coming crashing down around him. He pushed me away and shut me out before I even had a chance to know what had happened. As if taking bullet to save my life wasn’t enough.
If he told me, we could’ve worked through it together and saved at least some of the ache that came with the diagnosis. It was a shock to hear it from someone else. I’d believed him when he told me he didn’t love me anymore and didn’t want to marry me. Why would I believe anything else? He said it with such emotion-filled determination, screamed it, even. I think he was trying to convince himself more than me. Convince himself he could hold up the façade because it didn’t matter that he was hurting, just so long as I wasn’t.
But he forgot that when I agreed to marry him, and as corny as it is, it was for better or for worse. Working together through the shit takes so much more strength than lapping up the good times. Communication, talking… it is the key to everything, even if it’s going to hurt. He forgets that I want to protect him just as much as he wants to protect me and that sometimes means hurting and surviving through it together. We got past it eventually, once I was told by my friend why things had taken such a horrible turn for the worst and I confronted him. It wasn’t easy. And maybe it will never be easy again? But it was us. It was our lot and I guess time will tell how we tackle it together and what’s in store for us next.
Muse | Dr Tara Brennan
Fandom | House, M.D. (Original Character)
Words | 462