Secondly, she may remember herself as being so concerned that she refused to drive until I shared my problems. As I explained, I never spoke because I didn’t want to bring her down with the things that were worrying me. However, I remember her quickly starting the car and driving towards the highway, angry at me, because she didn’t like to be “ignored” in her car. Perhaps this is something I should have been more sensitive about; being ignored can be such a terrible thing, even if it’s to protect others from unhappy thoughts. Crying just isn’t good enough an excuse.

And we were enough to celebrate at that point. That’s the whole point of the entry. The fact that I saw these other couples, so happy with each other, sitting in adjacent seats, and I could share in their mirth because of the night in that steakhouse, even past that aggravating moment in the car. Like you, she would interpret compliments as insults, see the best of intentions as hateful deeds (keep an eye out for an entry entitled “Gag”, for clarification).

In any case, I think this is where I’m supposed to say something about this being my blog, and how I’m supposed to get to talk about whatever I want, but I think she knows this already (she used that one to get upset at me before, too).

But I think you’re right about the rosemary.

what about the times she did sit and play games for what felt like hours to her, what about the times she pulled over -concerned- and not willing to drive forward until you talked about it, so concerned because you were crying after a frustrating day at work.

it was rosemary, and at that point, i thought “we” were enough to celebrate “sans” occasion.

now who’s being passive agressive.