The night I went over for dinner turned a bit weird when I received a txt message. Emily asked if it was Simon (a mate), I said "no". I didn't elaborate on who it was but I could tell by her body language she knew it was a girl.
A few days later I sent her a txt thanking her for dinner (she's a good cook), adding I didn't know why she felt the need to tell me about the "us" discussion she shared with her mum. It seemed a fair straight forward question, one which I didn't see as confronting, it certainly wasn't put in a context to make her feel bad. However the reply was anything but friendly. It obviously struck a nerve. But why?
If someone calls a relationship quits and tells the other they have to move on, and they do just that, why would anyone then turn around and say things like, "you obviously didn't love me as much as you claim."
I never did believe her reason for breaking up in the first place. In fact after 3 conflicting reasons, one starts to see someone who is not being honest with how they feel. I dare say the real reason was because I stood up for myself after she disrespected me and humiliated me at a party we went to.
We were both in similar circumstances. One of the very few times in my life when I was able to express exactly how I felt and knew I would not be judged by a person who was going through the same emotional roller coaster. It's a very uplifting experience. It certainly gave me the strength to pick myself up and get on with living again.
I've found once I started coming to terms with how I was feeling and moving forward, I've been able to see things more clearly.
Being honest is hard I'll admit. Doing so reveals our insecurities and fears. It brings to light the real person behind the mask, the one who seeks refuge from the storm. Which ironically seems to grow more ferociously as we feed into it with our fear of being honest.