J: “Do you want me to get up?”
Odd. It is nearly noon on a Sunday. I have been up myself for maybe two hours after a restless, pain-filled night.
We are going to brunch at a pleasant restaurant.
I don’t expect my wife to be a mindreader,but there are certain “givens” in a marriage that she hasn’t quite picked up on. Like a man wants his wife to want to be with him. After she sleeps til noon she bloody well should know her presence is expected. And she should look nice, too, especially since she wants to go jewellery shopping after brunch.
So stuff needs to be said. But she has a way of acting when I express my needs, wants, and desires that has me wishing inwardly that I should have kept quiet.
So here goes. Time to get ready.