Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I walk in; He walks out

A couple of months ago, I came home from work at the usual time, and rather than discussing what we should have for dinner, my husband said to me: I can't do this anymore, I've fallen out of love with you and I need some time apart. 

Let me backtrack a moment.  I mean, things had been rocky for a little while, but 'time apart'?!?  That's a prelude to divorce, right?  When I say rocky, I mean that I'd been dealing my best silent treatment for the better part of a month.  Why?  Because I was frustrated as hell that I wasn't happy and hadn't been for months.  Not with him, mind you, but with me.

I was unhappy that I couldn't articulate what I wanted out of our relationship, I was frustrated that the picture perfect relationships I was observing of our friends were not happening at home and I was depressed and had been for months.  With depression comes a lack of libido, and a lack of fun in the bedroom means everyone's unhappy.

Add to this the fact that I couldn't articulate so much of what was making me unhappy, and what we could do to get me happy, and suddenly you have people not communicating in a relationship - on any level.

So you see, the drama had been building for a while, but I was still surprised when I walked in the door, and he was ready to walk out.

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