Tuesday, June 15, 2010
This Blanket of Silence Suffocates Me
No longer do I have to deal with the nagging, the nosiness, the blatant WTFery. I don't have to bite my tongue to keep from correcting her fantastically made up assumptions, nor do I have to stop all activity to attentively listen to her accounts of nagging her husband. I no longer feel like she is keeping a log of every bite I eat and every time I sneeze.
Now we sit in silence. Not the easy kind of silence that occurs between companions. This is a heavy kind of brooding silence that screams, "I mad at you!"
You must be dying to ask. "What did you do? Did you finally lose your cool? Did you go off on her? Did you say the horribly mean things you've been dying to say for eight months?"