Wonderboy trimmed his beard and hair. He posed in front of the mirror and kept giggling at something. When I was sitting on the couch crying, sending a message to my mom about the miscarriage, he looked up and asked What’s wrong?
Is it impossible to understand that I feel the miscarriage? Is it impossible to understand that I am sad and will continue to be sad because I was pregnant and now I’m just bleeding?
How can he be so cheerful? I can understand that it’s mostly theoretical to him, but how can he go around giggling and making jokes, when he sees how devastated I am? When he knows I’m in pain?
I don’t understand. And when I said to him that I don’t know, if he’s taking this seriously, he got angry. When I went to hug him and said I’m sorry and I didn’t mean to hurt him by insinuating he doesn’t care, he answered that he’s tried to offer me sympathy and support me as best he can.
He has absolutely no feelings about this?
He has absolutely no feelings about this.
I don’t love him as much as I did in the morning.