Text. Text. Text. It fascinates me and frustrates me and there are times I hate it.
This past week, I was again embroiled in an extended email conversation with The Oddship, struggling to put my views across, to understand theirs. We don't use the phone, we work only in text, and with my difficulties comprehending it at times, it can be so very tiring. Oddy has been wonderful in making sure what is sent to me is understood, including a follow up email if they are concerned I've had a problem with the message.
This week, though, egos were bruised, explanations questioned, and, although it worked out in the end, and our butterfly breath relationship is back in place.
Phone calls would help, the schedules don't allow them. Text flies back and forth, via email and phone text and we deal with things that way. We don't give up because somehow, we fill niches in the other's life. There is true affection and concern... respect is huge on both sides.
I just wish we didn't have to use the written word to work things out. You write in one voice, and the person reading hears it in their own. If they are upset to begin with, it can actually taint whatever is sent. Both of us are fortunate we do care enough to make sure we stick with it until it's resolved.
I simply hate the pain that occurs until that resolution occurs.