Ha, I know that feeling. I freaked out one day because things were unusual and I thought for sure she was getting ready to drop the D bomb on me. Taught me big time not to let my imagination run wild because I was a wreck.

Was it you who used to do all the talking? In my sitch, I am the over talker. That makes it very difficult when I am being quiet because she always accuses of me that I am doing it because I'm upset or whatever. I haven't had much luck with that, but if you were the talker, how the heck did you get him to talk?

I like the "tell me more" and how he then spilled his guts 10 minutes later.


Me: 30
W: 27
Married: 9/2007
ILUBNILWU: 1/2008
W moved out 5/24/2008
W suicide 8/25/2009