I woke up anticipating
a continuation of yesterday's frostiness, and a possible problematic start to the
week marriage-wise, only to be met in the kitchen with a steaming mug of coffee
and a very enthusiastic kiss. It is as if the Sunday unpleasantness had been
completely forgotten over the course of an 8-hour sleep. Philippa was warm,
affectionate, considerate and caring, and has maybe cast aside my stupidity and
inattention over the weekend. I swear I will never understand women as long as
I live. Just when I think I have a handle on my wife and can know what she is
thinking and feeling and expecting, she does something that simultaneously
knocks me sideways and pulls the world out from under me. Of course, I have to
accept the possibility that she is just being nice to me to make for a better
atmosphere at home, and that underneath it all she is seething away in a bath
of resentments, and that sometime soon it will all come flying out at me again
when I do another ridiculously insensitive act; but at least I have come to
work feeling loved and respected, and I can think about going home without worrying
about what I might walk into when I get there.
RC 11-3-24
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