Quoting Jamesjohn:"It may not be about me at all. But if it isn't, then why won't she tell me what's wrong?"
It may be, my friend, that she's not quite sure herself about what's wrong.
Maybe, JJ, but that possibility doesn’t make things any easier, does it?
As to your hug-and-run strategy, I hafta laugh. You seem to have an uncanny way of finding things that I’ve already tried. Sometimes, you and I think very much alike.
But, W is quicker than I. I hug. She runs.
So this morning, I gave her an hug. Her hands stayed by her side, so I took her arm and placed it around my waist. Subtle, eh?
Thanks for dropping by, Rachael. Your input is ever appreciated.
Hi Bonnie. Nice to “see” you, too.
And my good friend, Lily…
W has told me to butt out of her personal problems, so she doesn’t have to be curt with me unless I “pry.” There’s sortof a blanket “’cause you don’t listen anyway…” (sigh).
Yeah. Andy the invisible man. Lately, she’s been making herself pretty scarce. When I come home from work, she’s out riding. In the evenings, she’s either covered with kids, or has her nose in a book. Morning coffee time is naptime. If an Andy shines in a forest, with no one there to see him, does he exist?
The coffee ritual, as I mentioned, used to consist of me making coffee, placing it on her nightstand, and bringing my own coffee to bed. She’d sit up, and we’d chat. She no longer sits up or chats, so I just drink my coffee, get dressed for work. Peck on the cheek (or whatever I can get hold of), and head off.
Don’t know what the results of the blood work are. IAW wife, it’s “personal”, so I suppose I’ll find out if/when she decides to tell me.
As negative as this whole post sounds, I’m actually feeling pretty OK today. Dunno why, but pffffffft. I’ll take it.
