Now what?
Tuesday, April 25, 2023
Second verse, same as the first…
Has anything been resolved? No.
Did we talk at all? No.
Do I know what's going on? No.
Here’s what I do know. I will not, and I mean WILL NOT, let this go. Our argument pattern has always gone like this:
One of us (usually me) gets frustrated by something.
That person (again, usually me) doesn’t say anything, to avoid confrontation.
The issue festers until a little spark sets it off.
We don’t speak to each other, completely ignore the other, walk around the house like they don’t exist.
One of us (usually me… notice a pattern?) sleeps on the couch.
I will email (yes, you read that right) a lengthy email addressing the issue(s).
He will respond.
This will go back and forth until one of us (usually him), stops responding.
We will have a few more, no speaking, days.
One morning, he will begin to act as if nothing happened, hoping that I’ve cooled down, expecting me to get over it.
I give up and give in.
Absolutely NOTHING gets resolved.
Rinse and repeat after the next explosion.
I’m not doing that this time. So, when he decided to act this morning as if nothing happened, I wasn’t having it. And I emailed (yes, yes, I know) him saying as much.
My daughter had a double header today, at noon and at 2, about an hour away from home. I took the day off so that I could be there and do my softball mom thing… on a side note, it was almost 80, I forgot my sunscreen, and even though I had an umbrella, I’m about the same color as a Washington apple. After the game, we drove back to our town and got some dinner, then stopped at Cold Stone for ice cream. I knew I couldn’t put it off any longer, and my daughter was complaining about needing to take a shower, so we went home.
When we got to the house, the boyfriend had just pulled up with whatever take-out he ordered. While he was in the kitchen eating, I took that time to shower and do all that I needed to get ready for bed, aside from taking out my contacts and taking my medication (it was too early for it). Then, I went down stairs, put on my headphones, and did my thing at my art desk. He attempted to touch my back, which I froze when he did. He finally gave up and went to bed. When I figured he’d be asleep, I went upstairs to take out my contacts and take my meds… now I’m laying on the couch, not tired at all, waiting for sleep to take me.
Nothing was addressed. Nothing was resloved.