It was a lovely weekend in NYC. It was sunny and not too warm. Perfect for long walks, alone or otherwise.
I was out, enjoying a long walk, when I couldn’t help but notice a couple having a tense argument. They weren’t shouting. In fact, their voices were barely raised at all. But there was something in their body language, the way she had her arms crossed in front of her, the way he leaned in, that said argument. I noticed it from several yards away.
As I got closer, I couldn’t keep myself from listening in. She was saying, “I can’t believe you’re doing this today.” It was Mother’s Day.
He replied, “I told you I didn’t want to talk about this today. You’re the one who insisted we talk about it.”
I was passing them, then. The last thing I heard was her saying, “I wanted to talk. I didn’t want you to break up with me.”
I thought, wow, I’ve been there.
Fast forward about a forty minutes. I’m still walking. Trying to clear my head (and to avoid the spring cleaning I was supposed to be doing). I see another couple arguing. This time it’s more obvious. They were loud. Shouting.
I wasn’t in the slightest bit curious as to what they were talking about. There’s something about shouting (especially publicly) that repels me. I started to walk faster. As did, it seemed, many people. They were in the middle of a busy sidewalk, screaming at each other.
I’ve always been bad at ending relationships. I wholeheartedly admit that. And I’m not passing judgment here. Sometimes things happen at the wrong time, wrong place. I’m sure that, in hindsight, neither of these couples would want their fights/breakups? to happen out on the street.
But then, I usually don’t plan my fights/breakups. Rather, they just happen. Like a bad accident. A car wreck.
Tags: breakups, nyc, Relationships