Close Quarters Crush 5/5
May 5, 2011Crush and I continue to do our little dance. You know the one- the one where’s he’s absolutely clueless and I’m absolutely insane about him. We had an opportunity to help out the tornado victims last week by volunteering at a food bank- helping them sort out dry goods from bottled water.
People, I’m telling you that there’s nothing sexier than watching a man work; especially when you’re working beside him. We fell into kind of an ebb-and-flow methodology. It was almost poetic.
Back in the real world, I continue to suffer illusions of grandeur. I realize I’m not helping my marriage. I even realize I may be harming it even more than it’s already being harmed from the outside.
Today, he came in to ask my opinion about his new clothes. And really, it’s hard to be honest with him. Because while I sometimes want to tell him JUST WHAT I THINK, I know that’s not the right thing to do. Sometimes, I want to SCREAM IT TO HIM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS—
But then I wonder exactly what I would scream. And if I did in fact grow a pair and do it, would it come out as a scream, a whisper, or a wimper? Because in my opinion, that’s grounds for being called one of three things: crazy, desperate or delusional- and in any of those situations, do I really win at all?
Crap.
