We had stopped talking to each other. That was causing pent up emotions to reach explosive levels. Neither one of us wanted to upset the other, so we kept our feelings to ourselves. Glances were exchanged eluding to a problem, but nothing was ever said. Then finally last night, we talked.
I was the one that mentioned that we no longer talk to each other. That gave the opening to begin talking again. We started talking about the topic of not talking. Then once we agreed that we haven't been talking, we started talking about why we haven't been talking. That allowed all the issues that were piling up to start coming out. And come out they did.
We never yelled and nobody had to leave the room for a breather. The temperature of the conversation was on the warm side a few times, but everything stayed under control. That is one thing that I always valued about our relationship...communication. Every now and then we stop communicating, but we eventually start communicating again.
Since the beginning of our relationship, we have been able to communicate, even if the topic is not something that we want to discuss at all. The truth can hurt, but once the pain subsides, understanding and reason come into play and thoughtful discussions take place.
The hardest part is getting past the hurt and pain. Neither of us want to hurt the other, so getting the conversation started is difficult.
While we were dating, it seemed to be easier to communicate. There were heated discussions, and out right blow-ups from time to time. But we felt free to communicate. Now that we are married, it seems harder to say what is needed to say. It's all because we don't want to hurt each other.
I seem to have gotten off on a tangent.
Any way, the lines of communication are open once again, and both of us feel much better.