“You’re an asshole just like your dad,” Tasha whispered through her tears. She whispered it like a scream. Sharp and pointed and aimed right at the softest part of him.
She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to watch him squirm. She wanted him to be as hurt as she was. To be as angry and beat up and disappointed and RAGEFUL as she was. She wanted him to cry and yell and threaten her. She wanted to see that red, angry light in his eyes so she knew that he felt SOME- THING. Something about her. Something about them. Some- thing about what had happened to them. She wanted to taste his tears and suck what love was left out of them.
But he just stood there.
He just stood there and clenched his jaw. with dead eyes. She watched his fingers go white at the knuckle and giggled a little in the back of her throat. A giggle like a cry.
“Don’t,” he said, flat and toneless and cold. And deadly. And nothing like the man she loved at all.
Years ago, he’d slipped a ring on her finger and she’d felt her heart fly to the moon. It had cost him more than he could afford, but to Tim it was worth it. She was worth it. She lit him up. She was intoxicating. Beautiful. Kind. She gave him something to fight for. Something to go to that damned job for. Something to suck up to his arrogant prick of a boss for.
She was nothing like his mom. He was nothing like his dad (he told himself again and again in the night when nobody was watching). They would make this work. They’d be in love like right then forever. They’d be happy.
But slowly (or maybe not) everything had changed. She stopped smiling when he came home. Her body got tense when he touched her. They barely kissed, and when they did it was desperate. Angry. Violent.
And they fought about everything. Money (there was never enough). . .
Her ex boyfriend (who he knew she wished she’d stayed with. Knew it in the bile in his throat whenever she mentioned his name and what good “friends” they were now).
His coworker with the cute ass and the tongue ring (who he dreamed about in bed at night, laying next to his wife. Would she want him the way Tasha never did anymore? Would it be EASY with her?).
“Communication”. . . (what the hell did she mean?)
And their little boy. Jacob. Just 4 now. Beautiful. Sleeping just 30 feet away. Dear god, he hoped the kid was sleeping. He hoped he wouldn’t hear the way Tim had heard 30 years earlier, clutching his teddy bear and listening to his parents flay each other alive in the kitchen. He hoped it wouldn’t bore into his little boy brain and sit there like a time bomb waiting to sabotage every relationship he had. Forcing everything good to go so God damned bad.
“Please,” he said.
It barely came out. It was more a choke than a word, but she heard. She had magic ears he could never understand. She heard everything, remembered everything. Threw everything back at him.
“Please what, asshole?” she cried. “Please what?”
“Just. . . just. . . please, Tasha. Please,” he said with just a hint of a sob.
And then her eyes softened and her jaw released and they just looked at each other. And for just a moment it was quiet. A quiet before what they both knew would be a terrible, terrible storm.
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Hi, I’m Mike Fiore…
And if I’ve done my job right (I hope I have), this program is going to change your life forever.
Because I’m going to give you a set of simple, practical tools and ideas about love and relationships and men and women and expectations and what the hell a relationship is actually supposed to be to help you get off the bitter, angry hamster wheel of broken hearts and bitter love…
And actually start enjoying this “love” thing again.
To actually start being happy. Waking up and looking at the man or woman next you to you and feeling lucky to have them there. Coming home to your husband or wife or boyfriend or girlfriend and feeling that rush of excitement and love and affection and lust you used to feel before everything got angry and bitter and bad.
This program is short, simple, and challenging and probably says a bunch of things you don’t want to hear about WHY your relationships keep falling apart around you and whose fault it is when things go sour.
But it’s the truth.
And if you actually take it to heart and USE it, it works. So here’s the deal I want to make with you.
I’m going to give you the flat-out truth about WHY you fight so much in every relationship you get into. Why the love drains out like water through a sieve. Why you ALWAYS end up angry and bitter and disap- pointed. Why you feel attacked. Why your heart feels so broken all the time with jagged pieces that press into your chest.
And I’m going to tell you what to do to actually have a GOOD relationship that all your friends and family will be jealous of.
But, in exchange, I need you to do something too: I need you to promise me to read through everything in this report at least twice, to listen to the interview I did with Claire Casey where she had me expand on some of the ideas, and to “try on” accepting that what I say is true. To actually try out what I say in your relationship and in your life.
You know, give it a shot.
And then let me know on my Facebook wall what you really think. What you really felt. What really happened for you.
Deal?
Good.
Turn the page. Let’s get started.
Best,
Mike
P.S. The absolute best way to get in touch with me for any reason is by posting on my Facebook wall. You can find it HERE
P.P.S. This program is called “Never Fight Again” not “Never Disagree Again.” What I’m going to teach you is how to get your brain around what you’re REALLY fighting about and how to disagree (and even argue) the right way so that you don’t feel like your partner is sticking nails through your eyes and so that your partner doesn’t feel like you’re going to kill them in the night. You’ll thank me.
P.P.S. If you’re in an emotionally or physically abusive relationship, please get help right away. Some of what you read in this booklet will help you, but if it’s gotten bad to the point where there’s violence or emotional cruelty, you need to get out.
P.P.P.S. This program is a work in progress that continues to evolve. I’d love to hear your thoughts about what works, what doesn’t work and what could be improved. Send your thoughts to reviews@digitalromance- inc.com.
