One part of me has snapped...the other part is draggin’.
That’s how I feel sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I try so hard to keep things normal. Jerry and I had a pretty good day. We went to my friend’s shop and swapped furniture. I gave her some old dressers that I had, in trade for a cute little corner cabinet for our downstairs bedroom. It took up much less space.
Jerry and I loaded up the furniture, hauled it up and down stairs, swapped it out and all was good. It was a good day. No money spent and a new piece of furniture to boot. There I go, thinking, in hopes that we were “normal” again. Not so, Pluto! I asked him what he would like to eat. He has no answer. I gave him a choice. Would you like a hamburger or a steak? No answer. Would you like a shrimp burger? No answer? Would you like a margarita? “Yes”. Ok, so we went to the local Mexican place. It was sunny and beautiful so I asked the waiter if we could sit out on the deck. “Sure.” So we sat there, just the two of us. It was a disaster. At first, I tried to make conversation. WHY DO I ALWAYS SET MYSELF UP FOR THIS! At least look at me and not that spot on the floor. The more I asked him to look my way, the more he looked at the floor. I don’t know how to handle it. I suppose I should just sit there and find a book or something. Or, maybe I should find out what’s so interesting about that spot on the floor.
Anyway, I’m a little sad. I’ve decided not to set myself up for that again. It hurts too much. No more eating out unless accompanied by friends. Anyone want to sign up?