As I was under a Mother Nature-imposed house arrest, I had the chance to hear my upstairs neighbours having another epic fight. I’m normally kind of a creepy people-watching eavesdropper, so naturally I turned off my music to listen. They’re
having the fights you have when you’re relationship is circling the drain. Right now they’re still fighting for the relationship, but I would be surprised if things ended. I can hear the “doneness” in the guy’s voice, even through the floor.
Listening to these fights, I can’t help but remember that I was in the exact same situation a year ago. Even with all the Christmas joy in the air, there was a nagging feeling I had been struggling to suppress for months. We’d moved in together and things were supposed to be good. But a resentment and anger had been building ever since. And by New Year’s, I knew I had to end things (even that took a while, but that’s another blog post entirely).
After over an hour of fighting, it just got really quiet upstairs. Today, a friend of the guy’s came over and I got to overhear
something I’ve never heard before: one guy confiding in another guy about his relationship. I knew they happened, I’ve just never been a witness to one of these conversations.
As with most of my people watching and eavesdropping, the whole experience left me very contemplative.
(My blog titles are song titles. Today’s is “Love Is Hard” by James Morrison)