Last Sunday evening during dinner, my H and I were discussing the different ways in which we initiate ML and I made mention of my need for cerebral stimulation.

He looked me straight in the eyes and implored, “Haven’t I been sweet and loving to you lately?”

“Don’t you think that things are a lot better between us now than they were a few years ago?”

He cautiously added, “I don’t want to bring up things from last year because...well...that was all so sad, but..."

After fidgeting for a few seconds, he finished with “So, I guess we shouldn’t talk about it”.

He looked rather vulnerable as he held my gaze like a little boy who had just found his lost puppy.

I went over and kissed him, told him that things are definitely better for us now and that it was alright to talk about “it”.
I also plucked my courage and quietly mentioned that it was an anniversary of sorts and that talking about it was helpful to me.

He did not say anymore on the subject but I knew that in his own way, he’d just given me another spoonful of contrition and reassurance.


Just a little honey over my bowl of rocks. Aaahhh....

Jeannine