Or how Facebook destroyed a marriage
“Why do you post those things on Facebook?”, he asked, upset.
“What things?”, she answered without much attention while she went through the pages of a gossip magazine.
“Everything. Exposing our lives like this. You know I don’t like it”. The TV was on but it was on mute. He pretended to be interested in an old TV show.
“You know I like posting things, I’ve done this since we married. What’s the problem now?” She found a better position in the bed and kept reading.
He remained silent for a few seconds. “Well, you can post your stuff, but please, spare our son. People say it might be dangerous, you know?”
“Come on, John, he’s two already. You never brought it up like this before. You’re not telling me what the problem really is.”
John looked at the cellphone screen. It read “Taylor, you’re my life. The best thing that ever happened to me. The man of my life.”
“I don’t understand why you write things like this… Ain’t I the man of your life? Weren’t you happy before him?” He asked and looked at her. She finally looked back and realized she would have to join that conversation although she didn’t want to do it.
“Don’t be silly. He’s our son. You are jealous! Now I understood. It’s happening again.”
“No, it isn’t. It was different then. I was different. I’m not jealous, I just want to understand if this is the way you really feel.”
She got angry. They went through several similar episodes in the last years. She felt sufocated. “If I wrote it, I meant it”, she ended up saying. “Maybe he is a better man. He isn’t so insecure like you. If he doesn’t like something, he says. If he wants something he tells me, he cries, he does whatever it takes to get what he wants. Unlike you, that keeps whimpering and playing the victm.”
“Wow. You don’t really care about my feelings. You just go and say what you want.”
“You should try it out sometime. It’s liberating.”
He gave her a furious look and breathed. “I’m not like this. I care about other people’s feelings.”
She laughed. “Really? You just care about yourself. We are having this conversation just because you are afraid that I don’t love you anymore. It’s always about you. You don’t say these things because you care, it’s because you’re a coward. You just brought it up because your fear of loosing me is greater than your fear of speaking your mind.”
She got up and walked in circles. “You know what? I’m leaving you. I can’t take this anymore. I’ll wake him up and we’ll sleep at my Mom’s.”
“Mary, you don’t have to do this.” He tried to hold her. “Let’s leave it alone. Maybe it’s a good idea to get rid of this silly app. Yeah… that’s it. In fact, I’ll delete my account. We’ll not have to talk about this anymore.”
She looked at him with condescending eyes and said “That’s exactly why I’m leaving you”.