People who are staying on a crappy relationship and would continually seek people to talk about their demise over and over and over again seemed like a self-asserting mechanism to me. I think they believe that its important for them to impart their heartaches over the same situation for a couple of times– which I also honestly agree actually. I’m just not sure of what to answer to a person who have told me the same story for the nth time.
Sometimes, I see these cases as an unceasing act of finding the most comprehensive explanation of “what has really happened” to them rather than taking concrete actions.
I’ve given too much pauses on that reply.
We’re both carefully picking up the correct words from our vocabularies. We both tried to be neutral and casual.
But you really can’t hide feelings, can you?
As I give him my answers, I immediately felt the reverberating waves of judgement and worry of a parent’s instinct, though small. I sat silently on the passenger seat beside him on a chilly 4:45am, listening to ballad OPM songs and to his deep sighs. “Anak, bakit di pa siya pumupunta sa bahay?” Pa, he’s not visiting yet, I replied; he wanted to be someone before he gets formal, a registered engineer perhaps. Let him take and pass the board exam muna! He shuffled to his seat with quiet gestures. Why, he said, should it be from our village. It’s not appropriate. Which could automatically translated to “you could’ve pick better” or “I’ve expected great things from you” or “this decision is just bullshit. You’re beginning to disappoint me, Ate”.