Coffee for Two

Typical. She sits there, arms crossed, brow furrowed, looking away, not speaking. Meanwhile, she's the one who called the meeting.

"Look if you're not going to speak, I will be moving on."

"You know what you did!"

"This is going nowhere. No one can read minds. I'm going to ask you for the last time to speak. If not, I'll be moving on. And no, tears are not going to manipulate me into feeling sorry for you. I'm waiting. Nothing to say?"

"I had a dream."

Really, she's mad at me over a dream. How are her insecurities my fault? I should walk away.

"And?"

"You were with another woman!"

"Don't you hear yourself? You're mad at me over something that you dreamed. Something not real. When have I ever given you reason to doubt me? This is about you. You've been together with so many that have done you wrong that you expect it now. How is that fair to me? If you're not even going to try with this relationship, then why are we even together?"