Email fun

My mother kills me. Really, she does. I complain about her a lot, so I figured I would share another of her fun emails with you to counterbalance all the bitching I do. ;)

My parents are in France right now, thankfully not where all the riots are (although I will admit to having watched my email anxiously for a few days), and are, as usual, having issues with their technology. I love my parents, but they're Luddites.

Here you go:


my lovely angel - i have wrestled the washing machine to the ground today (it's
French and therefore it's very, very intellectual). Zillions of buttons all
threatening to explode my wash...So now I'm going to send you a HAND WRITTEN
LETTER - since I fear the Ordi will eat up my letter. Love Mim

Did we have the same conversation?

So, for those of you who care (and it's okay if you don't, really), things got resolved with Fred, although in a weird way.

So, two Sundays ago, I went to visit him in the hospital, and we had a civilised conversation in which I calmly explained that I don't have the psychological energy to deal with all his issues, especially not now, and that thus I thought it would be better to not pursue a romantic relationship.

The good old "let's be friends" and "it's not you it's me" speech, but which in my case was pretty much true.


I thought I was pretty clear. We decided to hang out the following Saturday and watch movies, which we did. It was fun and relaxed (we had Chinese food, the American breaded kind), and I left him in good spirits.


So last night he comes by the club while I'm volunteering, ostensibly to return my Pirates of the Carribbean DVD. It turned out he also wanted to talk. See, after thinking about it long and hard, he thought that it would be best for both of us if we were no longer dating.

o_O


Dude. Did we not have this exact conversation ten days ago? I didn't even know what to say for the first five minutes of the conversation. I just let him talk while my brain tried to process the fact that he was breaking up with me ten days after I'd told him we shouldn't date anymore.

Eventually I made the best of a bad job. I figured that maybe he was just trying to save face in the situation, and so I nodded sagely and said that I completely understood his reasoning, and that it probably was best, after all, for us not to keep dating each other.

*facedesk*

So, things are resolved. But obviously I need to work on my communicating skills. How do you break up with someone and have them not realise you're breaking up with them?

I have a special talent for this sort of thing, it seems.