How can I dance when my bed is burning?
It's been a while now...
We keep having little bursts of fighting with each other. What kills me about this is the way it always happens - it becomes a pattern and a dance that we perform - we know the steps all too well.
What kills me about these fights is his audacity - his sheer conviction. The nerve of him telling me that I am playing games - I really want to scream at him and ask him what game he was playing when he was busy keeping the knowledge of the 18 year old from me - and of course he uses his pat excuse that I don't want him having female friends. Eureka! Yep that's it! All of the other women in our life aren't good enough for him to be friends with - I wonder what his college friend would think if I told her that...and of course the idea that he could make a woman friend and then introduce her to his wife - well that's certainly out of the question isn't it? Perhaps there is a secret handbook for husbands that wives aren't privy to?
He's insane alright. If I wanted to have so many guy friends and so many men paying attention to me - I would not have gotten married...maybe that's me. But the men friends I do have I respect too much to do anything with - I want to keep them as friends. I really don't think my Dreamer knows how to be friends with women (at least not with young attractive women) - wasn't there a movie - it was probably the movie Swingers, where a man was saying that men and women can't ever be friends because of the whole sexual energy/tension thing. Spoken like a true penis.
When will they ever learn?
We keep having little bursts of fighting with each other. What kills me about this is the way it always happens - it becomes a pattern and a dance that we perform - we know the steps all too well.
What kills me about these fights is his audacity - his sheer conviction. The nerve of him telling me that I am playing games - I really want to scream at him and ask him what game he was playing when he was busy keeping the knowledge of the 18 year old from me - and of course he uses his pat excuse that I don't want him having female friends. Eureka! Yep that's it! All of the other women in our life aren't good enough for him to be friends with - I wonder what his college friend would think if I told her that...and of course the idea that he could make a woman friend and then introduce her to his wife - well that's certainly out of the question isn't it? Perhaps there is a secret handbook for husbands that wives aren't privy to?
He's insane alright. If I wanted to have so many guy friends and so many men paying attention to me - I would not have gotten married...maybe that's me. But the men friends I do have I respect too much to do anything with - I want to keep them as friends. I really don't think my Dreamer knows how to be friends with women (at least not with young attractive women) - wasn't there a movie - it was probably the movie Swingers, where a man was saying that men and women can't ever be friends because of the whole sexual energy/tension thing. Spoken like a true penis.
When will they ever learn?
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