A: What are you really like?
B: You tell me.
A: I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.
B: What do you think I’m really like?
A: I’m not sure.
B: Oh… You’re not sure?
A: No.
B: How long have we been together?
A: Ages.
B: That’s not an answer.
A: I haven’t counted the years.
B: Have we been through anything together in all that time?
A: To be honest, I feel deserted at those times.
B: What do you mean? I’m always here.
A: You disappear. You don’t get your hands dirty.
B: Says who?
A: You didn’t help with packing.
You didn’t tell me to sit down when I got tired.
You acted like I was faking it when I said my back was aching.
You never help with all the things I have to do day in and day out.
You expect me to do everything. Then, you criticise the way I do things.
B: Wow. That’s quite a list. Did you ask me to help you with any of those things?
A: I shouldn’t have to.
B: You insist on doing a lot of heavy lifting by yourself.
You repeatedly rejected help when I offered it.
It’s painful to stand aside and watch you struggle.
Instead, I try to encourage you with my words while making myself available to help the moment you ask.
But you don’t ask.
Should I trample over what you want, what you think and what you feel?
[Silence]
A: [sigh] A lot of the time I don’t know what I want. I want you to help but then I don’t. I want you to do it a certain way. I feel like you won’t help in the way I would like.
B: Take my hand.
A: [takes B’s hand]
B: Believe me when I say I love you. Being here for you is what I live for.
Ask. And, trust me.
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