*Her Diary:*
Tonight, I thought
my husband was acting weird. We had
made plans to meet at a nice restaurant
for dinner. I was
shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was
upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no
comment on it.
Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested
that we go somewhere quiet so we
could talk. He agreed,
but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong;
he
said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was
upset. He
said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do
with me, and not to worry
about it.
On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled
slightly,
and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't
know why
he didn't say, 'I love you, too.'
When we got home, I felt as if I had lost
him completely, as
if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just
sat
there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem
distant and
absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I
decided to go to bed. About 15
minutes later, he came to
bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and
his thoughts
were somewhere else. He fell asleep -- I cried.
I don't know
what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts
are with someone else. My life
is a disaster.
*His Diary:*
Bike wouldn't start; can't figure out
why.
The way I hear it:
He: Four put!, Who the F.... Four puts?