How is yelling 'I communicate well!' not irony?
From a logical standpoint — if someone claims communication is their strength, they’d ask how you’re doing once in a while. Right? Objectively speaking, Marco has never — not once — asked me how I feel. Not after my father’s funeral, not when I was sick for two weeks, not even when I told him I might lose my job. He talks. A lot. About his feelings, his day, his mother’s drama, his sandwich at lunch — but it’s all monologue. I try to share something, he interrupts with a story from Rome, ends up yelling that I ‘never communicate’ when I shut down. Last night I said I was overwhelmed and he said, ‘Then fix it — that’s why I always say Germans have no emotional awareness.’ I just stared. He thinks that’s a joke. I haven’t spoken to him in three days — not because I’m punishing him, but because I don’t know how to speak into a void. His family calls every day. Mine asks if we’re still together. I’m not sure I know the answer. 💔