"Space"

I don't need space. I never need space. I hate space. Space is the opposite of what I need - in ANY situation. When something happens that makes me or someone else upset, I need to talk about it. I need it to be resolved right away. If it doesn't get talked about; if no resolution is attempted, it festers in me like a cancer. My stomach turns to knots and I can think of nothing else.

I can see why others need space - especially men. Men aren't as social as women. When they have a problem, they think about it silently until they've worked things out in their minds. Sometimes they don't even have to talk to you about it afterwords - they're over it. It's done. Me? Well, maybe my brain doesn't work that way. Sometimes I don't realize I'm feeling a certain way until I say it out loud to someone else.

However, I don't like to nag. I would hate being referred to as a "nag". That would be horrible. I don't want to force someone to talk if they don't want to talk, or happen to need space. I've done it before, and it doesn't turn out well. So, if I'm upset about something, I might get quiet. This shouldn't be taken as "I don't want to talk to you." But rather, it should be taken as "Let's talk. YOU start".