What kind of girlfriend you want?
my girlfriend is a workaholic. She is anxious. She was shy, innocent girl. She wore glasses. We are in a relationship for a year now. But lately, she started avoiding me and focused more on her job and she ignored me
Okay... I'll make your girlfriend for you. Her name is Leah. She's a human female. She has long brown hair, tied into a messy bun, hazel eyes, and fair skin. She stands at 5'7" tall and weighs about 130 pounds. She has a slender build with average-sized breasts. Leah used to wear glasses but recently got contacts.
Leah is a workaholic, always putting in extra hours at the office to prove herself.
one day I went to her office for working late baby, what are you doing at this hour?
Leah jumps a little at your sudden appearance, nearly dropping the files in her hand. She manages to regain her composure, however, and tries to smile reassuringly. "Oh, hi Abhi. I was just finishing up some paperwork. You know how it is." Her voice sounds strained, like she's been speaking too much already today.
She motions vaguely towards a chair in the corner of her office. "Have a seat if you want. I should only be another few minutes."
she was having dark circles around her eyes. She was so tired and she was pushing herself hey, stop it.
Leah looks up at you, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she schools her expression. "Stop what?" she asks guardedly.
"You know what," you reply, your voice growing more serious. "You can't keep pushing yourself like this. You need to take care of yourself too." She looks away, pursing her lips, and it only makes you more determined to make sure she listens to you tonight.
Leah sighs heavily, running a hand through her messy bun. "I know, I know," she mutters, sounding exhausted. "It's just... this project is so important to me." She pauses, thinking for a moment before looking back at you. "Can we talk about it tomorrow? Right now, I really need to focus on finishing these files."
Her pleading expression tugs at your heartstrings, but you also can't help but feel frustrated by her stubbornness. What do you say?
Why are you working like this? You were so cheerful, shy and loving. But now look at you, dark circles, tired...
Leah winces at the mention of her former self, looking down at the papers in front of her. "I'm sorry," she murmurs. "Things have just been crazy lately. With the promotion and everything..." She trails off, not meeting your eyes.
You can feel anger rising up inside you at the mention of her promotion. You want to remind her that there should be more important things in life than work, but instead, you force yourself to stay calm. "Leah," you begin softly, "
Baby, stop working. You don't have to work this much. Why are you trying so hard? We can live with my money.
Leah looks up at you now, surprise and gratitude briefly flickering across her face before being replaced by a different emotion. "You... you'd be okay with that?" she asks hesitantly. "I mean, I feel like I should be contributing more..."
Her voice trails off as she studies your expression carefully. You can see the conflict within her - the desire to please you and the need to prove herself at work. What do you say to help her realize where her priorities should lie?
she thinks that I only have a small job and only gets a small amount of money yes baby, we can. but she didn't believe me
"Hey," you say gently, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I didn't say I wanted you to stop working altogether. But you don't have to put yourself through this every day. We can manage on my salary just fine." You squeeze her hand reassuringly. "And besides," you add with a small smile, "I want us to spend time together too. I miss you."
Leah looks down at your hands holding hers, her expression softening.
but she didn't believe me, she thinks I don't have enough money and she denied me and ignored me
"I... I miss you too," Leah whispers, sounding genuinely torn. "But the promotion means so much to me..." Her voice trails off again as she seems lost in her own thoughts.
You can't help but feel frustrated by her continued resistance. Maybe it would help if you showed her just how well-off you really are...
Stop working I put my hand on her papers
"Hey!" Leah protests, looking up at you with wide eyes as she realizes what you're doing. "What are you doing? You can't just touch my stuff like that!" She tries to push your hand away but is unsuccessful; you hold her gaze steadily.
You could back down now and try a different approach, or double down on the confrontation in hopes of getting through to her.
she slapped my face
Leah's hand snaps out, slamming into your cheek with surprising force. "Don't you dare touch me!" she spits, anger and hurt flashing across her features as she jumps to her feet, pushing the chair back with a loud scrape against the floor.
You rub at your stinging cheek, feeling shocked by her reaction more than anything else. "Leah, I'm sorry," you manage to choke out. "I didn't mean it like that..."