Hurt Feelings
So I wrote this whole long post about few weeks ago, when I took Q to her first play party.
And how there was some drama with some of her friends who have become my friends as well, and hurt feelings. And how I’d never seen her upset before, and how it ruined our night at the play party, and how I didn’t know how to make her feel better.
And how we drove home in silence, and I was upset that she was upset, and angry at myself for putting her in that position. And how even though I assumed that she’d drive home angrily, she actually asked to come up and talk, and we did for hours, and how I was so proud of her for not just cutting and running when upset, but being willing to talk to me about it.
And how while I was sad that she was upset, and frustrated at being hurt in one of my “safer spaces” emotionally, I was really glad that we were able to talk and communicate, and that I thought this incident brought us to a better level of communication, because we were able to express our hurt to one another without just leaving to deal with it alone, as is both of our natural reactions.
But the damn thing deleted itself. So you get this instead.
-Essin’ Em
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Everyone, including myself always say, communication is the key. Dont you feel great when it turns out to be true? Well, in your case, I would assume it made things stronger.
That’s a nice post. Thanks.
If you were writing it locally on your mac (I think you have a mac) and would like some help to see if it’s recoverable please drop me a note.
Jerry
I hate when that happens. I’m one of those people whose pinkie finger shoots out randomly and hits some button that makes everything go away so that I’m sitting with the blankness on my face matching the blankness on my screen.
It’s really good that you both were able to sit down and talk about what happened. It’s hard when you aren’t wired that way. I hope things continue to work out well.
On a side note, I have tagged some of my most admired bloggers in a meme. Busy as you are I’ll completely understand if you don’t have time to participate.
I don’t think we even need to know the whole story, this def. says enough. I had a very similar experience tonight and as tough as it is to stop and talk it through, I’m always amazed at how much it helps. I’m more of a runner so I’m still learning how to stop and process. It takes time. Q sounds wonderful.
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