I'm no good at confrontation, so you can imagine how I am at addressing wrongdoings in relationships, or worse, ending them altogether.

In middle school — or maybe it was early high school — I had a "boyfriend" named James. I use the term "boyfriend" loosely because we hung out like a couple times in group settings and he mostly just made fun of me (totally different from my relationships nowadays, of course).

Anyhow, a friend of mine ended the relationship for me, telling him I wasn't ready to commit. Totally accurate assessment. But also a totally accurate example of how I'm a complete failure at communication.