Cobra... The only thing that's popping into my head right now is a food analogy ( for the nth time) but here goes: Let's say that every nite my H and I discuss what's for dinner and we decide on steak and potatoes. He likes to get the cooking started, so I see him getting out the meat, then I boil the potatoes, and we have a nice meal. In the course of conversation, I say, " Hey, H, how about on Saturday we try that new Indian restaurant around the corner?" H nods along, and I anticipate, and when Sat. rolls around he defrosts the meat again. OK, bad analogy...but here's the thing...his doing that action, and completely " forgetting" about our other plans, just sort of shuts me down. I begin to think that he really didn't want the Indian food...it's unfamiliar and may make his stomach hurt. And in his preparation of the steak, he does a nice job of making it nice so I go ahead and boil the potatoes. And then we agree that the meal is good, and he may ask, oh do you want dessert, but by that time my feelings are closed off because our original plan has been replaced by his typical safe meal.
So at what point do I re-assert I'd like to try Indian, so to speak? I know I am locked in fusion here and I can't get out.
