Actions speak louder than words. Or do they?
This is true for me in relationships, too. I like to tell
the person what I think of them and what they mean to me. I feel like it makes
them feel wanted and there is ABSOLUTELY no gray area. I feel it. I say it. Yay
loving feelings! But it gets a little difficult when the person doesn’t
reciprocate.
I don’t know if I’ve talked about this before, but, my old
boss had told me about this book called The Five Love Languages. If you haven’t
checked it out, I suggest you do it. It makes total and complete sense and
applies to any relationship; be it romantic or platonic. The gist of it is that
there are five ways to express and feel love:
-Words of affirmation
-Acts of service
-Receiving gifts
-Quality time
-Physical touch
Typically people have two ways in which they understand
love. I took the test and my big two are quality time and words of affirmation.
It speaks for itself: spend time with me and tell me I’m pretty. Simple.
Or is it?
This is a two-way street. The way that I understand and give
love may not be the same way in which you understand and express love and I
have to take it upon myself to understand your way; which is undeniably hard
and can be frustrating.
I guess what brings me to this really long introduction is
that my current relationship is having this issue. I am a talker where he is
not. He will literally talk about ANYTHING but feelings. Even if they aren’t feelings
about me he still won’t talk about them. But, he will cook me a damn good
breakfast and clean every inch of my kitchen when he’s done. He refuses to let
me carry any of the grocery bags when we go to the store. He loves to hold my
hand in public and private and lets me rest my feet on him when we’re just
watching TV. So, it’s a give and take: I’m a talker and he is not. He’s a doer
and I am not. But is there a point where things go sour because someone’s needs
are not being met? Or is it a matter of trying harder and being more open?
We’re almost at the half-way point in our relationship and I’m
feeling like I need to know where this is headed. I’m dating to find my partner
in life. Is he? I HAVE NO IDEA!
Also, I tested the waters a week prior with the “love you”. That
completely blew up in my face. (Side note- he told me he loved me in November, even
if he was in a sleep daze. I made him repeat it and he did. Then he
conveniently “forgot” the next morning that he said it. #wut)
SO, it was time to have the uncomfortable convo that I am
the queen of having. I asked what he wants to do in life and he starts talking
about his desired profession. I clarify that I want to know if he eventually wants
to get married and have kids. He tells me that he hasn’t really thought about
it (umm….what? you’re 25). So then I start my looooooooooooong winded, fidgety
explanation of why I want to know and yadda yadda and I got nothing. In fact, I
think he commented on the dinner at the restaurant. Not to be thwarted, I “laughed”
and kept going and straight up asked him why he doesn’t talk about his
feelings. “I just don’t,” he said. “The only person that ever knows my feelings
is my dad and we usually walk into the house with a glow on and empty bottles
in our hands”. Fucking. Great. “Actually, that’s why my last 2 or 3 exes haven’t
worked out”. Double.Fucking.Great.
We finish dinner and head home and the mood is fine but I’m
still feeling sassy. We get home and cuddle on the couch and I (sweetly) say
that he needs to give me something. I went as far as to go “Are you feeling bad
feelings?” *shakes his head ‘no’*. “Are you feeling good feelings?” *pauses, shrugs*
“Are you feeling medium feelings?” *pauses, shrugs*, again. So, I’m mad at this
point. This guy is an adult. He should use his words. WHY WON’T HE USE HIS
WORDS?!?!? Then he says, “You always ask me for timelines. I don’t understand
why you need to know the end for everything”. Fair statement, Boyfriend, but
you don’t give me any indication of where we are….that is in the way that I
understand it.
He gets ready to go to bed and I’m fired up. “If we’re done,
just tell me we’re done. I’m an adult and I can handle it”, I say. He goes “What
do you want from me?!?” Lemme tell ya, things went red. Are you kidding me?!
ALL I EVER DO IS TELL YOU WHAT I WANT FROM YOU! Which is pretty much what I
said to him too. Then I go in for the brutally honest kill, “Don’t you think if
your last two or three girlfriends dumped you because of your non-communication
that it’s a fucking problem that you need to fucking fix?!?!?!?”
Then the flashbacks of my very first, drama-filled
relationship began.
I stares with me and completely shuts down. Gets up and
starts getting dressed and packing. I start doing damage control and keeping
him from leaving and blah blah blah. He still does not say a word, so, what do I
do? I keep talking, haha.
“You’re being a child. It’s not practical for you to leave
right now and you know that. You ask me what I want from you and I turn blue in
face from telling you what I want from you. I’m a great fucking girlfriend
(yeah, I did) and I bust my ass to make you happy. If you can’t see that then
that’s your problem. All I’m asking you is to tell me what we’re doing. If you
wanna call it quits, just tell me and we’ll high-five and call it a day. I’m
not that selfish in keeping you in something you don’t want to be in. And if I
hurt your feelings because of what I said, that’s because you force me to put
words in YOUR mouth because you refuse to let any of YOURS out!”
Then the staring begins. After a few minutes, his expression
softens and he says quietly, “I’m 25 years old. I don’t know what I want yet”.
THANK YOU! That’s all I freaking needed.
We go to bed without really saying anything to each other
and he’s not so touchy, cuddly, which stresses me out. The wheels start a
turnin’ and I didn’t sleep much that night because I figure we’re done.
First thing in the morning, we get up and he tells me to sit
on the couch and get comfy. He makes my coffee, cooks me an amazing breakfast
and cleans everything up. Not to mention all the kisses and hugs in
between. I tell him that I’m sorry if I
hurt his feelings the night before because I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to
let him know how I felt.
And then something amazing happened.
“I know. I’m sorry I frustrate you. I’ll try to be better.”
Meeting of the minds/feelings, I tell ya.
So, is it that actions speak louder than words? Or vice versa?
I don’t know, to be honest. I’d probably be writing a similar post if he didn’t
hold my hand or hug me ever.
Oh the joy of relationships.