We Were on a Break
Immediately, Ross from the sitcom Friends comes to mind and I get frustrated all over again. It’s as if when a relationship goes through a rough patch, men can’t wait to break free. Meanwhile, the women are at home licking their wounds, replaying every conversation in their head,eating ice cream directly out of the jar and doing a group facetime with the homegirls. It’s a sick cycle.
So when he said, “I was enjoying our break,” I admit, I wanted to break his neck.
The word break means that something is broken, something is fragile. Why would you risk more damage? Why wouldn’t you sit your ass down? Even emotional stitches don’t heal overnight. They can tear from too much activity. Then you end up right back at square one in the ER with someone telling you to take it easy this time.
I think breaks and breakups are just horrible. But men seem to enjoy them. They seem to enjoy yet another break from accountability and more free time to do the things that caused the break in the first place. When do they reflect?
And I think that’s the part that bothers me. You enjoy us being apart so much that I don’t believe you when you say you enjoy being together.