Scene: At night, in bed. He has been moody, huffy, kind of slamming things a little, all evening. I can tell he is upset, but he hasn’t said anything. Finally…
Me: Do you want to tell me what is bothering you?
Him: It wouldn’t do any good.
(I leave it be. I detach. There is silence. And then…)
Him: Reading that book made me mad at you and I need sex.
(So there’s a come-on line for you next time you want to entice someone!)
Anyhow, the book he was reading that made him mad at me was Love and Respect.
I simply told him that sex makes me cry and he said, Sorry about that. He did sound a little sorry, but he also sounded a little sarcastic.