my ex, marie, was interesting to say the least. she hailed from the great granola state and was a poor representative of the residents.
so, one day (actually many days, but i’m referring to one in particular), she was upset about something.
“what’s wrong, honey?”
“you seem upset’
“i’m not upset”
“you seem bothered”
“i’m not bothered”
“you just seem like something’s eating at you”
“okay, but it just seems like something in your little world isn’t as perfect as you would like it right now”
she was like this for three or four days. finally, she starts SCREAMING at me for not caring about her. how could i not notice what was going on with her? i told her i had been trying for all this time to tell me what was upsetting her. classic marie: “nothing’s upsetting me. i’m not upset, i’m irked” “so when i’ve been asking you what’s bothering you and you’ve been telling me nothing, if i had asked if anything was irking you, you’d have told me?” “yes”
excuse me! next time i’ll have my thesaurus handy.