This morning, I went for a walk with a girlfriend.
(When I had told my husband I was going for a walk, he asked if he could come, too. I said, yes.* He asked me where I was going to go for a walk so I told him. He said he didn’t want to go for a walk there and decided not to go with me. So then I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to go and she did so we went for a walk.)
(*This was me calling his bluff.)
He knew that when I got back from my walk that I would need to take a shower so I could meet my daughters for lunch.
When I got back, I went to take a shower – I was already running late to get ready – and he told me, oh, you might want to wait awhile since I used up all the hot water.
So now there isn’t time to take a shower before I meet my daughters.
So very, very, very thoughtful of him.
And this morning he said, you feel so good – I think you should make passionate love to me.
I didn’t want to spend the day crying.
Do you think he could be mad at me?
(That last is sarcasm, by the way.)