Let's just say we were having a strained conversation at best.
We talked about the soccer tournament. My plans for the day. (The same ones I have had every Friday for over FOUR YEARS!) Then I wanted to talk about Alice's visitation/funeral.
His Great Aunt Alice passed away earlier this week and the visitation is this evening. I just assumed we were going. He said that he didn't think he would go to the visitation but would go to the funeral in the morning. My mention that I (and, of course, our girls) would just go without him this evening was ambushed by these four words:
"It's not your family."
OUCH!
And I was served:
" Lady,
Your on the wrong tracks ... move aside and let me pass!
Thanks,
Your loving Husband of 17 years"
I keep avoiding the issue that he seems to be needing things of his own: friends, activities, and now his family. Like all things you choose not to deal with, eventually your served a hit on the side of your head causing a loud buzzing...
A.K.A.
your wake up call!
your wake up call!
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