And, then silence. Always, silence. I can’t stand the silence in my house sometimes. It’s a “stranger silence.” Ya know, I walked down the aisle to a song about silence, which is quite ironic now. I think I used to love the simplicity of my husband; his silence, seemingly simplistic and sincere. Now, I hate it. I hate his silence with a passion. I just want to open him up and find out what the hell makes him tick – what motivates him and what moves him. What makes him so tired and what gets him fired up. BESIDES POLITICS. My god, he knows every politician’s middle name for Christ’s sake! Sigh. I used to love watching politics with him. Now, that I’ve watched the “cycle of politics” a few too many times, I just see it as a rotating merry-go-round with different ass holes to ride on. I mean, seriously. That’s what it is.
I have no idea what this post means. I’ve had a hard week… month… sheesh… it’s a rough time. And, it’s getting to me lately. Plus, we had an argument tonight because while we’ve been getting along quite well now that we’re “living” in different rooms, whenever we need to actually show each other a little support, we start to argue again. It’s hopeless.
And I hate hopelessness.