It's The Fumble For Me
- 2 days ago
- 2 min read
Some conversations stay with you.
Not because they’re shocking—
because they’re familiar.
You listen to someone explain a situation (situationship -lol) that doesn’t quite have a name.
Not fully a relationship. Not exactly nothing.
Just… something.
And as they talk, you hear it:
He said...She said...
“Just a friend.”
“Nothing serious.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Just a co-worker.”
And maybe all of that sounds fine…
until it doesn’t.
Because at some point, the words stop matching the experience.
Here’s the part people don’t like to shine light on:
There are people who will experience a good person…
and FUMBLE-ROOSKI them anyway.
Not because they didn’t know better.
Because they chose not to do better.
Every lie.
Every omission.
Every blurred line.
That’s not confusion.
That’s a decision.
And then there’s the other side.
The side that hears it.
Feels it.
Knows something isn’t right…
and still stays.
Not out of weakness—
out of hope.
Out of patience.
Out of trying to keep the peace.
Choosing connection over confrontation.
Choosing quiet over chaos.
Even when that connection isn’t whole.
So now you’ve got two people:
One creating confusion.
One adjusting to it.
One benefiting from the situation.
One trying to preserve it.
And neither one is being fully honest about what’s happening.
Then comes the line everybody says:
“Ain’t no good men.”
“Ain’t no good women.”
But the better question is—
What did you do with the good person you had?
Did you recognize them…
or did you play with them?
Did you meet them fully…
or keep them in a space that only required pieces of you?
And on the other side—
It’s hard to say you didn’t know
when you felt it the entire time.
Some people don’t lose good people.
They lose access to them.
Because eventually, even the most understanding person
gets tired of adjusting to something
that never adjusts for them.
No argument.
No announcement.
Just distance.
And that quiet step back?
That’s not confusion either.
That’s a decision too.
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