Picture this; category seven lovers’ meltdown.

I fought for my goals.

To feel respected, valued, loved…

Resolution.

We were deep in the shit at this stage, long beyond the point of no return where I was clinging to my defences and justifications.

She asked me something I’ll never forget.

‘How do you expect me to feel right now?’

It wasn’t asked with grace or enquiry, it was hurled from the depths of pain.

I got chills. I saw it clear as day, for the very first time.

The truth confronted me.

I had put zero thought into how I wanted her to feel.

Loved, appreciated, valued, special, significant…?

I had nothing for her.

No wonder we were fighting… What did I expect?