I love you

[brc64]

Love is a weird word. It can mean so many different things, with varying degrees of intensity. There's no good way to convey the proper connotation for a given moment, so you just have to hope the person you're saying it to can figure it out

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[brc64]

It sounds like your situation was a fair bit different. You had two independent relationships going on. In the case of our friends, all three are in an equal relationship with each other. At least, in theory. In practice, Lauren and I question whether or not it's that's simple. I suspect it has its own unique challenges.

I could imagine there being some mixed signals going on in the situation you described. I'm not sure how I'd interpret that, but I imagine I'd be all "I'm up for whatever" and just sort of try to make somebody else make the first move. Probably a good thing I wasn't there, because that probably wouldn't have helped the situation any...

Work... meh... I'm burned out. I'm not sure if they notice or not. I don't know how they can't. I was supposed to be transitioning to another support team (under a better manager), but yesterday a giant wrench was thrown into that plan that might be keeping me where I am for longer than expected. Apparently discussions are going on over my head to try to keep that from happening, but right now I'm just stuck in this state of uncertainty, and I HATE IT.

Thank you for seeing through my very transparent mental conundrum. I love you, too! More than eggs! :)

[waitingonsunday]

Yeah, it was definitely pretty different in my situation. I'm trying to envision how crazy arguments could get in their relationship. Or imagine having to compromise with two people instead of one on major life decisions! One of my favorite more recent Woody Allen movies, Vicky Christina Barcelona, involves a similar relationship to theirs. There's a scene in which one of the trio breaks up with the other two and their anguished response is heartbreaking. It hit especially close to home for me because my own breakup with Nathan (the guy I moved here to live with) was still fresh in my mind. It was the saddest night I've ever spent and the thought of reliving that twofold is overwhelming. There's something beautiful and poetic about your friends' relationship to me, but at the same time, there's twice as much potential for heartache. I guess that's part of the trade-off, but what a price. I have to admire them for taking that risk.

And then, as you said, you have to wonder how simple it really is, when they're alone together. Must be an interesting time to be a fly on the wall...

You're right about the mixed signals, I think. All involved parties had already made it clear months before that nothing was going to happen between the three of us, so I didn't realize anyone was worried about it still. I especially didn't expect anyone to start crying...yeah. He was that scared. That was one awkward afternoon.

I can see what you mean, uncertainty can be the worst part sometimes. Maybe you could start putting out passive-aggressive clues that something is off, like leaving the Fight Club rules on the printer or showing up with your arm in a sling and blood on your collar. Or maybe more subtle. Like that old joke about putting yogurt in a giant mayo jar and eating it by the spoonful.