Steve Goes To Sydney

Steve's gone to Sydney to work for three months, his company has sent him, they said they needed their most experienced guy to sort out whatever it was they wanted sorted out. Is it just my natural cynicism that suspects that saying they needed their most experienced employee is just a tool to get the employee to go without protest. All that smoke being blown up your arse makes you forget what they are asking you to do.

Anyway, Steve said he wanted to have a break while he is away. Something about me not putting in the required amount of effort to the two of us... something like that. I mean, I guess, I should have listened, which may, or may not be, part of the problem, but I was so stunned by the words,

"I want a break."

I have to admit that I didn't listen as closely as I perhaps should have to the rest of what he was saying.

Huh? I'm sorry, but I thought we were having a mature, adult relationship. Where has this come from?

“I thought we were good?”

“I guess that is why we need a break?”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

He just shrugged.

Then he kissed me and said he had to go, with, or without, tears in his eyes. He had to go home and pack.

I was still thinking to myself, why is this the very first I am hearing about this? If Steve thought I wasn’t putting in enough effort to the two of us, why hasn’t he said something?

I’m sorry, but my crystal ball is on the fritz.

I got more pissed off the more I thought about it.

In the end I thought, Oh fuck you, go to Sydney then.

Then I just kind of felt sad about it.