How convenient it is in romance novels that the heroine has a fairly mobile job like “housekeeper” or “waitress” or “assistant”. She knows she’d find employment anywhere. Or better still she can quit working at the end of the book because she’s pregnant and her hero owns twenty homes, each employing an amiable housekeeper.
What if these stories were more real?
Presenting… The “two body problem” romantic conversation. Enjoy!
One day, she got “the” call. She had a chance to do what she really wanted to do. A long, long way from home.
She asked him, “Will you come with me?”
“No”, he replied. I cannot leave my job here. “You know I’m finally getting settled in and doing good work.”
“But I moved last time when we chose to come here. Do you expect me to move again? You know how hard it’s been for me to get to where I am now. You know how miserable I’ve been for the last few years. You can’t expect me to choose between this opportunity and our relationship!”
“I didn’t ask you to move”, he said. “You chose to come with me.”
“But our relationship would never have survived if I didn’t!”, she cried.
“It doesn’t matter! It’s a choice you made and you can’t bring it up every single time.”
“Are you saying what I did doesn’t matter?”
“I’m saying I don’t want to be as miserable for the next five years as you’ve been for the last five.”
“So you’re calling me whiny and you’re giving up on us.”
“Why would you say that? Don’t you think I’m thankful every single day for what you did to keep us together? I feel guilty every time you have a bad day at work even though I know it’s not my fault. I know I could never have done what you did for us.”
“You never told me that before”
He reached across to take her hand. “Then I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.”
“Really? Like really sorry?”
“If you feel like I’m not grateful for what you’ve done then yes, I’m sorry for not telling you enough how much you mean to to me”
“Then why are you giving up on us?”
“When did I say I was giving up on us?”
“But you just refused to move. And I moved last time because we both agreed we wouldn’t survive long distance.”
“It’s years later. Aren’t we stronger than that now? Why do you assume we can’t do it this time?”
“It’s too hard. It never works.”
“I know. But sweetie, we have to try.”
“It’s like your job is more important to you than me. Like being together won’t be enough.”
“You know I’m not choosing my job over you. You get that, right? It’s about us being strong enough to get through this.”
He squeezed her hand. “So am I.”
But they did get through it. Until the next job offer and/or an unexpected pregnancy that is NOT as convenient as in the books.
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