So, if I don’t say anything about what bothers me – like the eggplant cooked with the steak or him having sex when I don’t want it and he knows I don’t want it – then he is fine. He’s happy. He’s whistling. He’s going merrily on his way. His life is good.
And I feel awful.
But if I say something, anything, about what bothers me, then he blames, he whines, he pouts, he accuses.
And then I feel like I am a terrible woman and like I am crazy. And I wonder if maybe I am unfair to care whether my steak is cooked with eggplant, because, after all, there are roses on the table. And that it’s somehow my fault that I don’t enjoy sex with him.
I don’t know.
What does a healthy relationship look like?
In a healthy relationship, would a woman not care if her steak was cooked with eggplant? Or would a man not cook the steak with eggplant when he knows she doesn’t like eggplant? And if for some reason, if he did cook steak with eggplant, can would she mention it? Or would she just look at the roses? And if she did mention it, what would he say?
Well, I have to go make dinner.
I’m hungry, even if I am crazy.