Friday morning, after I got to work, I texted him, suggesting what I could make for dinner. Recently, he has been making dinner on Friday nights fairly often. But this Friday morning, he had been kind of moody and he didn’t say anything about making dinner Friday night.
I didn’t want to get home after work and have no dinner, so I took the initiative to bring up dinner.
He didn’t reply to my text.
Finally, around noon, he replied:
Really I just need sex. What can I do for us to be able to make love tonight?
My initial reaction was, you can love me.
But I didn’t say that.
Then I started shaking and feeling sick to my stomach. I felt that way for most of the rest of the day.
But it was strange. Sometimes I would completely forget the text conversation had ever taken place. Completely.
I really wrestled with what to say, what to do.
I really, like really, did not want to have sex with him. But I also felt sorry for him.
And I felt guilty.
Finally, late in the afternoon, I texted him:
I dreaded going home. But I went home and made dinner. He was very talkative and cheerful.
Me – not so much.
Finally I took my shower, dreading what was coming.
I had planned how I could handle it.
First, nothing lasts forever, so it would end. I could hold onto that thought.
There were cookies under my bed. I could eat cookies all day Saturday to stuff the wretched feelings.
I could go sleep on the couch when he was done.
I could get through this.
When I finished my shower and went out of the bathroom, he was in bed, lying flat on his back, completely covered up, with his eyes closed.
Not what I expected.
I turned off the light and got into bed.
He didn’t move.
He didn’t say anything.
Nothing at all.
A few minutes later, I could tell he was asleep!
I was SO happy! You can image my relief!!!
Finally, I went to sleep, too.
I thought maybe he would try for some Saturday morning, but he didn’t speak to me all morning.
The Silent Treatment.
That’s okay. I didn’t mind.
(Well, mostly I didn’t mind. But it is a stressful way to live.
He said nothing about sex at all all day Saturday. And nothing all day today (Sunday) about it either.
And now you know … the rest of the story.