Someone I know stopped arguing in their relationship.
Not because things improved.
Because they realized the other person only changed temporarily when confronted.
So instead of fighting, they started observing.
Stopped reminding.
Stopped correcting.
Stopped asking twice.
Just watched.
Birthdays forgotten.
Promises missed.
Effort inconsistent.
When they finally left, the partner said, “Why didn’t you tell me it was this serious?”
They had.
Many times.
The difference was this time they didn’t shout.
They documented it in silence.
And silence, apparently, doesn’t feel urgent until it’s permanent.
That’s why I said earlier that the boy child also needs protection the same way a girl child needs. If you ask some of your brothers, you will realize that some aunties took away their innocence. No gender is alien to molestatíon. The boy child isn’t safe too!
The constant fear of being misunderstood. Over explaining but as long as my loved ones know I’m not trying to hurt them, I will keep explaining my lungs out.
Every argument leaves you feeling like “how did I forget to say this?” Like it’s game that a winner needs to emerge or a battle that I embarked on with little to no ammunition.