❤️ 🫂 I Wish You Told Me How You Felt More 🫂 ❤️ (F4A) (Confident Girlfriend Wants You to Open Up More)

Transcript

It is Bedfordshire o'clock, and as always, I'm on time. And what would Bedfordshire be without an accompanying book? Uh, The Lady of the Rivers? No, The Lady of the Lake.

The Lady of the Body of Water. Something like that. Ah, a fictional history romance? Something light and nonsensical and fluffy.

Good for the mind before bed. Hmm. What? Onesie, do you want to talk? Why do you keep staring at me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You are staring. Do I have something on my face? Or am I just the most beautiful woman in pajamas you've ever seen? Okay.

If you don't want to talk, that's fine. You're still staring. Oh.

My darling, I love you. You do confound me sometimes. Of course, I feel it's clear you wish to say something, and you hold back and you just go, No, no.

Then continue to stare. You are befuddling, to say the least. And lovely, to say the most.

Is something wrong? It would be okay if something was wrong, you know. I don't know.

Is something wrong at work, or with your family, or are you stressed? Have I not made enough time for you? Why would I say that? Um, excuse me, why are you staring? You're the one giving me befuddlement.

Right. Book is closed. Serious talk, please.

I would like you to look at me while I have this conversation, because right now I feel eye contact is a must. I love you very, very much, but sometimes. ..

I do find you hard to reach. And I know talking's not your strong point, and I don't. ..

I don't wish to change you, I don't want you to become a chatterbox or someone you're not, I just. .. I feel like a lot of the time you hold back.

And even though I don't think you mean to, sometimes that makes me feel a little. .. not wanted.

I'm aware. I know you don't want to reject me. But because you're not very good at talking, sometimes it just feels inevitable.

Because you can't cross that bridge, and when I try to talk to you, you just freeze up and then walk off. Hence why I usually just babble and hope for the best. But in the interest of having healthy communication and a long-lasting relationship.

.. I think I should be honest and say. ..

I wish you told me how you felt more. No. No, no, no, this isn't about blame.

It's about you not feeling pent up and me not exasperated. It's about us talking and having a real conversation and not just ignoring a problem that will then grow and fester and. ..

maybe even end the relationship. I know you don't find it easy. I'm not expecting you to become Oscar Wilde, I just.

.. I'd like it if you tried. Like, for instance, what's going on for you right now? You were staring at me.

And you looked like you wanted to say something, but. .. There.

That right there. No, it's nothing, I don't want to bother you. Bother me.

Because I'm already bothered and I want to know. Because you're my person and I care. Because I love you and I value you and I want to know what's going on in your life.

Shocking, I know. Okay. How about I open my book back up, I don't look at you.

You can even pretend I'm just reading and you can just say. .. What's happened today? I'm not bothering you and you can just pretend that I'm a fly on the wall.

Speak as if you're talking to a diary. Look, I'm so interested in this book. Could even read it out loud for you if you want.

He takes my hand and tucks it into his arm. And there was a heavy cost to you, he says, sympathetically. It was hard on you, I know.

And on your husband, Lord Rivers. Okay, no talking out loud. Hmm? Hmm? Hmm.

Oh, darling. Well, I had to put my book down with you saying something so silly. Yes, but don't you understand, I want you to bother me.

I want you to tell me when you're stressed and sad. Because I want you to. As previously stated earlier, I give a shit.

Many shits, all the shits I give. You are burdened with someone who gives all the shits. And you, good person, will just have to get over that.

Now, tell me more about anxiety. Oh, she's the worst, right? I have no idea why I gendered her, but there you go.

She's awful, and she drains all your energy and at the same time makes you feel so pent up and on edge. Exactly, and then you're like, I don't know whether I'm exhausted or I need to go run a marathon. And then you overeat, you undereat, you just lay there in a panic, then you want to be sick.

Disgusting. Unhelpful, even. Almost like that would be a burden to carry.

Hmm. Oh, my angel, you are not made of stone. Why do you feel you have to keep everything.

.. in? I'm not criticizing you.

I just. .. I just wish you didn't feel the need to hold back.

Oh, please don't give me any of this bullshit about being strong or stoic, because I don't believe it. Not for one second. Do you know what these strong, silent types really are? Lonely.

Miserable. Depressed. Or maybe they're not, I don't know.

I'm not interested in them, I'm interested in you. Mystique is a concept you are not. I don't need you to be strong, silent, and mysterious.

I need you to. .. talk.

And share, and be open, and terrified, but also willing to be terrified because you trust me to be here. Because, motherfucker, I am your safe space. I am your safety net, I am your pillow, I am.

.. a big squishy thing you can lay next to. And I will listen.

And I will not always have the answers, and sometimes I'll just. .. nod and go, I'm so sorry, that sounds awful.

But that's what a partner is. They're not a fixer, they're not. ..

the answer to everything, they're just. .. just the person you confide in.

So you can confide in me whenever. As I do with you. Oh, don't be so silly.

I always confide in you. Yes, but that's the thing, darling, I don't need you to fix it. I haven't already fixed it, I'm just working it out with you, and then saying, ah, that was hard, but anyway, I'll sort it out.

Because you're the one I want to talk about it with, because you're my person. I'm not coming to you saying, here, fix everything for me, I'm coming to you saying, this was really hard, and I'm not really sure how to fix it, but I'm going to try. You are my safe space.

My sounding board, my. .. well, not my echo chamber, but.

.. my friend, my. ..

everything. You are the person I come crying to. You are the first person I want to talk to when something good happens, you are the first person I want to talk to when something bad happens.

You are my safe space. Let me be yours. Why? Why? Are you really asking me why? Well, brace thyself, because I have shocking news, because I love you.

And I care, and I give all the shits. Thousands. Because I love you, and I care for you, and I want you to be okay.

You silly sausage. You are a silly sausage, and I will tell you so. Because you need to be a self-aware silly sausage, okay? I'm going to grab your face now.

It's okay that it doesn't come naturally to you, but please, please try, okay? Because surprisingly, I do not wish to germinate a seed of resentment. I want to be a grown-up who has the conviction to say, I'm not happy with this, and I would really like it if we could work on this, but if you don't want to, then that's fine, because at least I tried.

I know you're not saying you don't want to, hence why we're working. Right here, right now in Bedfordshire, you and I are being adults. Who are using their words and not just relying on, you know, grunts and miscommunications.

Huzzah for us. An attempt has been made. Oh, you really are a silly sausage.