I have said this before, that I always expected that I would someday get married to a man who went down to the bar to sit with his friends and complain about how much he hated me while I sat at home on the phone talking to my friends about how much I hated him, and, though I love y’all, I have often felt like the people I’ve said this to have assumed it was just some sad quirk of my head.
I had coffee today with a woman who grew up in the same town I did. I said that to her and her eyes filled with tears.
“Yes,” she said, “that is how it was.”
Which, I mean, I knew. I knew. But to hear someone else say it…
Ouch. We know countless people have lived like that, but still, ouch.
Which makes you ask yourself, whatever the public face, if that is how all relationships end up. With mutual mistrust and infinite distance across those silent living room chairs…