Last night, he made dinner, so that was nice. I didn’t have to worry about it after I got home from work.
(It didn’t taste very good and I didn’t want to eat it, but I did anyway. I hate it that I do that. My daughter didn’t eat hers, but “re-made” it this morning so it was more palatable. She said that she has standards. I admire her for doing what I obviously couldn’t.)
Anyhow, it was still nice that he made dinner.
We had reasonable conversation while we ate. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t terrible. I had enough patience to get through it and be nice and managed to stay at the table longer than I usually do when the two of us are eating together at the table.
(Wow – all of this sounds awful…. yuck!)
The point I am trying to make – and probably not succeeding at – was that it was a relatively “pleasant” evening for us. I’m sure he thought so and I didn’t dislike the evening as much as I often do.
But I kept thinking, this is going well … what is going to happen? With a passive aggressive person, you know a positive thing in the relationship can’t last.
Almost always on Friday nights, he rubs my feet. It feels good to have my feet rubbed and he almost always offers, so I don’t turn him down.
Last night, I showered and got in bed earlier than I usually do because I was exhausted from the week. I was even looking forward to the foot-rub.
Well, guess what.
When I got out of the bathroom, he was already in bed, “asleep.”
So, dinner, conversation … but no foot rub.
Of course not.
A good thing can’t last!