She just sort of sat there, thinking to herself, “Did that really just happen?!” Wondering if that was all there really was; and why, after all this time, even arguments were still one-sided.
She asked him flat out, why he never talks to her, why there is absolutely no communication between them and why their relationship begins and ends in the bedroom; why is he satisfied with that, and why doesn’t he realize that she needs so much more.
He didn’t answer, but instead hung up the phone. They didn’t speak at all that night when he got home, and she slept on the sofa instead of in bed. The next morning he woke up and it was as if nothing ever happened. She could only assume that he’d already filed it away, in the suppression/denial section at the back of his brain.
She knew full well the subject would never be brought up again; and while she’d come to expect that as the norm, she no longer was willing to accept it.
©2011 Jill Terry