He sits in his chair, the usual look on his face. He is disgusted. Disappointed. Confused, perhaps. He has no insight as to why I can’t allow him to be my man any longer. And, me…I’m just chock full of insight on that subject, but am so very tired of rehashing it all.
Today is a gray day. Inside and out. So much to do and no will to do it. Just sitting here, with my partner of thirty years, staring at one another over a chasm of silence.