We didn’t talk for almost a week.
It was so hard to live in the house with a spouse you put on silent treatment.
I felt like we were walking on eggshells in the house which was supposed to provide us comfort from the outside world.
I went to bed last night regretting that I ever married him. Each day for worse. Instead of trying to make things right, he stayed in his man cave watching movies, drinking beer and being on the computer. I was not sure which was worse. Avoiding the issue or the silent treatment.
I was doing the dishes in the sink while Kimberly was playing games on her iPad when Brian walked into the kitchen. He walked in quietly, I didn’t hear him.
I almost dropped the pan I was holding out of fear.
He watched me and smiled. I turned my face and continued with my work.
“ Are we going to become strangers in our own home?’ he asked me.
I didn’t respond.
Was it going to take him a week to realize that we were fast becoming strangers in our home?.
“ I am talking to you,” he said in an acidic tone. It was so strong and strange that I turned to face him. He had a hostile look on his face.
“ Are you going to force me to talk to you?” I asked him.
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