What you say is often not what’s heard.
The one in the middle is always the victim.
In this case, the dog.
Yeah communication is a funny one
I recall hearing of a diary entry by a woman:
“Tonight he was acting wierd, we made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.
The conversation wasn’t flowing so I suggested we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed but didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong, he sadi nothing. I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset. it had nothign to do wiht me and not to worry about it. On the way home I told him that I love him. He smiled slightly and kept driving. I can’t explain his behaviour. i don’t understand why he didn’t say I love you too.
When i got home I felt like I had lost him completely, as ifhe wanted nothign to do with me any more. He just sat there quietly and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally wiht silence all around us I decided to go to bed. About 15 miutes later he came to bed, but I still felt he was distracted. His thoguhts were somewhere else. He fell asleep. I cried. I dn’t know what to do. I’m almost sure his thoughts are with someone else. My life’s a diasater.
His diary: Motorcycle won’t start, can’t figure out why.