I am finally starting to realize why my husband never gets online.
While an outlet to be fun, random and flirty, instant messaging is an awful way to have a serious conversation. I have gotten myself in trouble more than once when my messages have been misinterpreted or even missed altogether. And then there comes the aftermath, the calling (if one of you has not turned off your phone in frustration), the apologizing. And as always, there comes the realization all over again that if we had just been sitting down and talking like normal human beings, even if we were on the phone, the awful miscommunication wouldn’t (or would have been less likely to) have happened, and more time wouldn’t have to be spent trying to put the pieces back together of a shattered conversation.
Remind me next time, please.
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