We were about two years into our relationship. Things had been a bit hard between us that week, so we each took a day off and went for a bushwalk in a national park.
We were about two hours in, sitting down, looking out over the beautiful coast, when he suddenly said “I can’t do this anymore.”
(This was not very well thought out, by him.)
I flipped out, and threw a pebble — maybe at the ground and maybe at him.
(That was not very well thought out, by me.)
Then I panicked and ran back up the path and away from him. Which I of course did not have the stamina to successfully do.
We met back up at his parked car. We were in the middle of nowhere and had to drive the hour back home together, both feeling very hard done by. Radio on. No talking. I still believe nothing good ever happens in that national park.
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