And I suppose it had to at some point. Although I know some that have gone on for over a decade, pretend marriages can only last for so long. As in most cases, it was me who started the descent. At the end of one of my fabulous dinners, P commented, "I'm really gonna miss these dinners when you're gone." So this, what I suppose would be a compliment to any sane person, had a two pronged annoyance effect on me. For starters, I heard "when you leave" as "you're going soon, right?". Secondly, I didn't want him to miss my cooking; I wanted him to miss ME. Right away I let him know I was annoyed, but as he's not a crazy girl, I'm sure he was confused as to why.
Later, in bed, when P professed extreme exhaustion as the reason I wouldn't be seeing any action, I flipped. I grabbed my book and went to sleep on the sofa. He may have protested for a second or two, but he was asleep before I'd finished a page. What's REALLY crazy, is that this is progress for me. I used to just pretend everything was fine, never expressing my anger or hurt feelings. At least I wasn't being passive aggressive! In the morning, he left without a word and I sprang off the sofa the second the door closed, rushing to the computer to text him a snotty message. He sent back an apology and I climbed into bed to sleep off my pissiness. By the time evening rolled around, I was over being upset and told him so, just so he wouldn't be afraid to return to his own home. We made up properly. Until the same thing happened again.
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