That’s the word the majority of men would use to describe women: complicated and hard to understand/deal with.
As complex as I know I normally am in my husband’s eyes, my behavior as of late has even got me to the point of wanting to step outside of myself and be like, “Um, I’m not with her”.
Oh, the valley of indecision
In an earlier post I shared a bit about how much I value quality time with myself and that life in Kitale has not been making nice with my personal goals. Ray and I were home together all the time and really rubbing each other the wrong way.
“We need space!” I shouted at his face.
So Ray obliged and began to take on some long distance jobs that would cause him to be gone 2-4 days at a time.
“Come back,” I whispered to the door… then of course I gave Ray the silent treatment for not taking me with him, which made him think I needed more space, but silent treatment obviously means that I want you to talk to me. Duh!
I don’t know what I want.
Do I want space? Yes, but not as much as I once thought.
Do I want Ray around? Of course. As much as I love being with myself, it’s become awkward to laugh at my own jokes without Ray’s laugh to accompany my own.
Do I want to travel? Indubitably. Whether alone or with Ray, I’d rather be outside of the confines of our home.
So my point is …
Pray for Ray.