Tonight he hung around and talked and talked and talked. About his work. Which is fine.
But then I was wondering what I would like to talk about. I guess it doesn’t matter anyway, because anything I would want to talk about either wouldn’t go over well or would be criticized.
So, I was just quiet and asked the right questions at the right time.
I was thinking about the quote in my previous post: “… if your relationship is about how-your-relationship-doesn’t-work…. ” That’s what our relationship is, from my side. Just how it doesn’t work. There really isn’t much else.
From his side, I don’t know. He gets clean laundry, a fairly clean house, food bought and prepared, errands run, his children raised. Until a couple of weeks ago, he got sex any time he wanted it. He gets to talk about anything he wants to. And I’m not ugly. I guess he really hasn’t had it too bad, for a guy.
Me, I’m hurting.
Well, he needs to use the computer now, so….