I went to the Boyfriend Candidate’s house the other night. I think the relationship is getting stale, and I’m concerned.
I walk in his door, granted the three kids are in tow. Also I must say, he was sick and I was having neck pain. We are old indeed.
I call out, “Hello?” And the three kids start calling out his name. We go to the living room. Empty. The playroom. Nothing. On to the kitchen. Here we find him. He is reading the Economist, glasses at the end of his nose. He delivers this heart-felt welcome. “Oh hi. I didn’t hear you come in.”
I have problems with this and if the kids hadn’t been bouncing around the kitchen, I would have called him out. Not hear us? We are a herd; that’s not possible. There was a time when he would have been sitting on the front porch looking for me, waiting for me with some anticipation.
He didn’t even stand up. It was disappointing and hurtful in the way you would expect, but I immediately went to the bigger picture. Do I want to come home to a guy who doesn’t stand up and embrace me? My marriage degraded over the course of 20 years into that kind of nonchalance and mutual apathy. What does it say that that the BC and I have already hit that mark?
Then again, I know I should give him a break. He’s sick. I’m edgy. The children can have a numbing effect.
Next time I may have to walk in naked and check his response. Then I’ll know if I’m really in trouble.