(Fee-bee) Phoebe was a part time college student.
But that was before HE came into her life, Phoebe was a lot of things before HE popped up.
She WAS;
a virgin
a full-time worker at the hotel near her apartment
seemingly always late on her rent
a...
AN: Do y'all like the new cover? I LOVE it. It sends the message clearly that this book is HOT!! 😈🔥 Which is probably why we've gotten like 3k reads in under 3 weeks. JettaFramemade it, so I'm dedicating this chapter to her. We've been keeping a strong 1% males soooo,
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MR. M'S POV:
Communication.
One word. Thirteen letters. Several definitions.
It's also a common scapegoat when couples part ways.
"Communication issues, that's what it came down to in the end."
"We were never any good at communicating with one another."
"He/She just stopped communicating with me."
My marriage ended because neither of us knew how to communicate properly. That's not to say we stopped speaking, oh no, we had plenty of conversations-that later became nothing but nonsensical screaming.
Living day by day was fine as long as certain topics were avoided. But then the elephant in the room turned into dark hole that sucked the life out of us. Just being in the same room became too much. Sleeping in the same bed had the opposite effect, instead of relaxing we spent hours pretending to sleep. Our minds were so full of words, accusations, pains, and overall grief that sleep was nearly impossible. We became magnets that instantly repelled, but the vows we made pushed us back together again. It was an endless cycle.
Not bringing it up in order to avoid an argument corroded our bond.
Our love turned into intense loathing. There comes a time when after so much pain, the body shuts down our nerve endings and we become numb. The opposite to love isn't hate. Hate requires passion, feeling. The numb crept up and took hold before I knew it.
The poison we needed to expel stayed inside of us and attacked our hearts. Sure, the words would've hurt coming out but keeping it all in is what ruined us. Turned us. Turned me.
Well no. I'll backtrack.
Even if we got it all out, there's still the problem of our broken communication. Getting the words out there is step one but then there's listening to each other, and that never would've happened between us.
Listening.
That's the key word missing from every communication excuse people use. For communication to be successful you need to get the right things out, but you also need to absorb whatever comes back at you. It'll hurt sometimes but at least no one can claim that you didn't listen to what they had to say.
Phoebe has no problems with expelling her rage, but in return she doesn't listen closely enough. I don't blame her for that, shes young.
She picked up on my anger well enough but not my jealousy or hurt. I picked up on her insecurities but I didn't think throughout our battle to give her reassurances.
