I myself catch myself dramatizing little things 😅. He was late at work? I already have a scenario in my head where he forgot about me forever. He kept silent? I am already writing an internal monologue about how we do not understand each other. Ironic, but true - this turbulence seems almost genetic.

Sometimes I think that men perceive this as chaos. And we are simply looking for a point of contact, a way to understand that we are heard. 💥 But for some reason this is often what scares us: real emotions, real feelings, real pain. It is easier to be quiet, calm, seemingly "without drama." But where is the life in this?

And yet, to be honest, I don’t want to hide it. Turbulence is a part of us, a part of our relationships. Without it, it would be too boring, too predictable. We create storms, but they teach, test, make us move together. 🌊

And I ask myself: maybe our dramas are the way to keep relationships alive, not destroy them? 🤔