The Subtle War of the Passive Agressive
August 16th 2006 12:48
So it was a dark, cold rainy, claustrophobic night.
I came home exhausted. She was going back out into said unpleasantness to survey prospective houses. Naturally I was obliged to accompany her, no matter how much I wanted to just fall into bed. Maybe with coffee, if I could manage to fall without spilling anything.
But love, compromise.
We quarrelled first over my pedantic need to check times and directions. We quarrelled again when we actually did get lost in a dark alley somewhere in Enmore and the rain set in in earnest. Huh. I guess stopping to ask for directions would have been useful then! Yes, I too can be petty.
The houses were pretty dreadful. We both pasted on brilliant smiles and I traipsed around after her fuming, both in an angry sense and an unpleasant steam rising of damp clothing sense.
And then we came home. To fight. I didn’t really see the point in drying off when everything was about to be saturated in tears anyway. I escaped into the shower, and came back to an empty room and a note reading that she had gone for a walk to clear her head- not to worry. Even in the gloomy dark.
And I didn’t.
I came home exhausted. She was going back out into said unpleasantness to survey prospective houses. Naturally I was obliged to accompany her, no matter how much I wanted to just fall into bed. Maybe with coffee, if I could manage to fall without spilling anything.
But love, compromise.
We quarrelled first over my pedantic need to check times and directions. We quarrelled again when we actually did get lost in a dark alley somewhere in Enmore and the rain set in in earnest. Huh. I guess stopping to ask for directions would have been useful then! Yes, I too can be petty.
The houses were pretty dreadful. We both pasted on brilliant smiles and I traipsed around after her fuming, both in an angry sense and an unpleasant steam rising of damp clothing sense.
And then we came home. To fight. I didn’t really see the point in drying off when everything was about to be saturated in tears anyway. I escaped into the shower, and came back to an empty room and a note reading that she had gone for a walk to clear her head- not to worry. Even in the gloomy dark.
And I didn’t.
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