Some lines are just too common to say, from novel turned movies to lines on series you follow on HBO.

“I love you, but it’s just not working anymore.”

“I need to find myself first.”

and of course, “It’s not you, it’s me.”

With those sentences that besides the thorns pricking the bottom of our heart, are the never-ending questions waiting for valid answers.


How many times did you fetch her from work when she obviously gave a very direct tone that she doesn’t want to take a cab for maybe, around 10 times this week? How long did it take you to stop playing your XBox when she clearly wanted to cuddle with you with her favorite cheesy romantic movie? Did you even give her a letter to compensate forgetting your anniversary she reminded you 2 days ago?

How many times did he actually asked you not to leave damp clothes or an underwear mountain on the bed? Did you even try when he told you to clear the bathroom sink of all your body lotions, shampoos, foot scrubs, body wash, conditioners, face cream, or maybe, just maybe, organized it at the very least? How about learning to cook actual food?

Women are indirectly direct in nature, incapable of understanding that men do not speak ‘signs’. Men are direct but generally too lazy to even try to decipher those signs. (even if he had already (forcefully) watched films about it (with you)

What women says: “My friend said the food in the restaurant next street tastes good, they also have a really nice ambiance and all that.”

What women means: Take me to dinner in (insert restaurant name).

What men comprehends: Your friend tried out the restaurant next street and they enjoyed.

What women says: “Do I look fat in this sexy fitted dress I bought earlier?”

What women means: Tell me I did not gain weight, I look gorgeous and caress me after.

What men comprehends: You’re asking if she looks fat on a new dress.


Just two genders unable to sacrifice a few effort to understand the other person”s ideals.

Through the relationship, both are loving each other’s imperfections, finds it cute at some point and adjusts to adapt.


That, until you’re fed up.


Then you pretends that you’re the one causing a problem and not the other to compensate for the pending separation. It’s the least someone can do after all. Take all the blame, accept that you’re the one that gave up, make him/her hate you. At least he/she is now off your chest. Right?

I don’t really believe when people say that line. It’s a lousy excuse to remunerate the pain caused to the other.


It’s not you, it’s me?

Translation: Obviously It’s you. Just too much or too little of you. I love(d) you, but it’s just not worth it anymore.