Cold
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His side of the bed would be completely cold if it weren’t for the dog sneaking up in his place as soon as I was fast asleep. It had been three nights since my boyfriend and I slept in the same bed. The emptiness was palpable.
We’d been arguing over money and domestic stuff. It doesn’t help that I’m unemployed and have no income. In theory my time off work should give me lots of time to be a domestic goddess. The truth is that I hate cleaning. I hate chores. I grew up in a large suburban house with a cleaner and I never had do much household work.
We argued, cried and argued some more. He took to sleeping in the guest bedroom. We sat on opposite sides of the sofa. He had so much anger he could barely look at me. Our conversations were perfunctory.
“Did you walk the dog?”
“Yes, an hour ago.”
“She needs to go out again.”
“Then you take her.”
There was coldness in his eyes. There was a distant silence between us. This lingered for three days. Yesterday he finally relented, kissing me passionately before he left for work. He grasped my hand in and squeezed it slightly. A squeeze that said, “I’m not angry anymore. We're gonna be OK.”
I felt reassured as I watched him walk out the door.
We’d been arguing over money and domestic stuff. It doesn’t help that I’m unemployed and have no income. In theory my time off work should give me lots of time to be a domestic goddess. The truth is that I hate cleaning. I hate chores. I grew up in a large suburban house with a cleaner and I never had do much household work.
We argued, cried and argued some more. He took to sleeping in the guest bedroom. We sat on opposite sides of the sofa. He had so much anger he could barely look at me. Our conversations were perfunctory.
“Did you walk the dog?”
“Yes, an hour ago.”
“She needs to go out again.”
“Then you take her.”
There was coldness in his eyes. There was a distant silence between us. This lingered for three days. Yesterday he finally relented, kissing me passionately before he left for work. He grasped my hand in and squeezed it slightly. A squeeze that said, “I’m not angry anymore. We're gonna be OK.”
I felt reassured as I watched him walk out the door.
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posted by Naive London Girl at 10/27/2009 09:27:00 AM
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1 Comments:
That is sad to hear. Kiss and make up dear!
Secretia
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