I hate this word.
At work, "no" is where negotiation begins.
At home, it's where everything ends.
Earlier this evening, he wanted me to give up my seat on the couch. I was sitting on his side. I got up but then he made some crack about always getting his way. I smiled broadly, took a sip of my wine and sat back down.
"But you always say, if its funny, then its ok."
"Yes, but I never said there wouldn't be consequences."
Again, I am smiling. He feigns hurt feelings but resigns himself to other side of the couch. For a few moments he complains. I offer terms........... our daughter is watching TV with us so I txt him:
"I get sex.....you get your side back."
He smiles but says nothing.
"Tonight"
This time he shakes his head "no".
My heart sinks. This is no longer light hearted fun, now its just painful.
I text again "Why?"
He won't look at me but speaks, "This is not a conversation we can have now."
I look over at our daughter who is oblivious. He is right............ but it doesn't make me feel any better.
The answer is still "no". The reason doesn't fucking matter.
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