Okay, I'd love some comments on this delightful snippet of conversation that took place tonight, when I did something of a 180 and went downstairs (H's lair) when I got home from class, to see if the presidential debate was still going on (that's where our only TV is--I never ever watch--seriously! the last time I turned it on was on 9/11). H *wasn't* on the phone with OW, for once (which is one of the big reasons I usually don't go down there when he's there). I sat down and chatted with him a bit about the debate, then he settled himself in that way that clearly says "R talk time!" And I thought, "Here we go again!"

H: Are you ever going to talk to me about *anything*?
Me: What do you want to talk about? (very politely)
H: <Sigh> Why do you always have to make this so difficult?
(I just looked at him, sort of wide-eyed, because I thought that anything I said would just get me in trouble.)
H: <Sigh> Well, why don't you tell me about your prescription, to start with.
(Brief discussion about my prescription, which is a medication that has apparently recently been approved for my skin condition [acne--annoying but not serious], but the official literature lists it as being for things like congestive heart failure. I was amused at the dichotomy of it, and I admit it, I wondered what H would think of THAT! Well, he didn't say much, but I got the impression that it stirred up some disturbing thoughts. Not necessarily for my benefit. I explained what it was for, he asked who had prescribed it [my dermatologist did]. I'm not hung up on the exchange or anything, but it was the first time in months he has even expressed the remotest interest in my well-being. After that he seemed to sort of give up on the idea of a discussion, although I did ask what he wanted to talk about.

Okay, apparently I shouldn't try to compose messages right now. I keep falling asleep mid-word and trying to remember where I was going with that idea. The lack of sleep that I've been accumulating is now catching up with me, and I think I'm about to crash.

Apparently I'm sleep-deprived enough that my brains are starting to leak out my ears. I'll have to come back later and hope that this all makes some sense in the meantime. Would welcome comments!

Peace,
Dawn


Me 45/H 47, no kids
Together since 1985; M/1992
Bomb1 (EA-OW1, age 22) 2001
Bomb2 (EA/PA-OW2, age 22) 10/2007, A continues
H left 11/24/08
minimal contact, no legal action
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