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THE SUBTWEET........

Subtle messages, those little tidbits you say in the middle of conversations that are actually directed to someone other than the person you are talking to. Those little things are one of the most destructive modes of communication. I'm guessing you are wondering what I am talking about, well I have a real life personal example.
So I was pissed at my significant other at some point, you ask me why now I wouldn't know. The reason why is usually not the point it is just how the person reacts to it or tries to solve it, I may be wrong. So I started pouting, ignoring her and all in all pretending like she didn't exist. This lasted two days where I got heart burn and was constantly miserable. So after my so called silent treatment I picked up the phone and called her and she answers with a cheerful voice like nothing has happened. I'm even more pissed than before so we sit and talk and she is actually shocked. She spent her weekend relaxed at home binge watching TV while I was depressed and hurting. I'm guessing you are now asking how the hell she was supposed to know, well my strategy was dropping messages on Facebook and twitter hoping she would get them. In reality I was doing what they called winking in the dark as she wasn't on social media and even if she was she wouldn't get what I was saying. So she laughed and my anger turned into mild embarrassment and eventually faded.
Just remember that however much you think your partner knows you, sometimes you have to spell it out or you are going to suffer alone....

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