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Renee and I got into a small (by any standard) argument the other morning. This would have been fine if it were any other two roomates, lovers, friends, or whoever. We would have gotten over it. With her, an argument is a chance for her to unload whatever issues or other shit she's been bottling up for god knows how long.
You see, being passive aggressive means you don't confornt a person if you have a problem, instead opting to unload during an already happining argument or other convienent time. It means you lie, saying shit is okay when it isn't. It means 48 hours ago, we were having sex and to her it was "all good" and she "didn't care". Now, it apparently isn't "all good". I still
don't know what's wrong because her passive agressiveness is soooooo advanced that after the little argument, she packed up her shit and left for a day and a half without speaking a word. When I got home from work last night, she still said nothing to me so I went off to the pub with Wes, Sarah, and Steve.
I got home as she was leaving for work this morning and said hello, told her have a good time. When I turned on the light, there was a note in the kitchen. "Please sleep in the living room", it said. Fuck that shit and fuck her. Whatever is up her ass that's been bothering her has been doing so for way more than two days. This is the lying part. If she has shit to say, she should say it, not shrug,not let out little meep sounds, not avoid me, not post secret livejournal entries filled with rants she should say to me, and most of all..... not leave a fucking note. We may not be dating anymore but we can't help but live with each other for now. She can say to my face what she wants. She knew I was with Wes and could have called. She also could have told me. It wouldn't have changed much, though. The bed is mine, the issue belongs to her. She can sleep with that issue in the living room until she wants to join the ranks of people THAT DEAL WITH THEIR PROBLEMS by speaking up.
The people I love are honest and consistent. If your an asshole, I can trust you to be an honest asshole. Same with a saint. With her, it's a throw up. With Renee, it's always a surprise.
fucking geminis.
You see, being passive aggressive means you don't confornt a person if you have a problem, instead opting to unload during an already happining argument or other convienent time. It means you lie, saying shit is okay when it isn't. It means 48 hours ago, we were having sex and to her it was "all good" and she "didn't care". Now, it apparently isn't "all good". I still
don't know what's wrong because her passive agressiveness is soooooo advanced that after the little argument, she packed up her shit and left for a day and a half without speaking a word. When I got home from work last night, she still said nothing to me so I went off to the pub with Wes, Sarah, and Steve.
I got home as she was leaving for work this morning and said hello, told her have a good time. When I turned on the light, there was a note in the kitchen. "Please sleep in the living room", it said. Fuck that shit and fuck her. Whatever is up her ass that's been bothering her has been doing so for way more than two days. This is the lying part. If she has shit to say, she should say it, not shrug,not let out little meep sounds, not avoid me, not post secret livejournal entries filled with rants she should say to me, and most of all..... not leave a fucking note. We may not be dating anymore but we can't help but live with each other for now. She can say to my face what she wants. She knew I was with Wes and could have called. She also could have told me. It wouldn't have changed much, though. The bed is mine, the issue belongs to her. She can sleep with that issue in the living room until she wants to join the ranks of people THAT DEAL WITH THEIR PROBLEMS by speaking up.
The people I love are honest and consistent. If your an asshole, I can trust you to be an honest asshole. Same with a saint. With her, it's a throw up. With Renee, it's always a surprise.
fucking geminis.