What counts in making a happy marriage is not how compatible you are but how you deal with incompatibility.
– Leo Tolstoy
HER DIARY.
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird.
We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink.
I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I
thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late,
but he made no comment on it.
Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested we
go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but
he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong.
He said, ‘Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault
he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had
nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.
On the way home, I told him that I loved him.
He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his
behavior. I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you, too.’
When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely,
as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued
to seem distant and absent.
Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed.
About fifteen minutes later, he came to bed. To my surprise,
he responded to my caress, and we made sweet love.
But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were
somewhere else. He fell asleep – I cried. I don’t know
what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with
someone else. My life is a disaster.
HIS DIARY.
My snowmobile wouldn’t start today. Still can’t figure out why,
but at least I got laid.