I’m apprehensive about having any kind of conversation with him at this point.
Our world views are drastically different. Religion is little more than him describing his God in a way that is condescending to others. Politics are strictly off limits. Social and economic issues end up with hurt feelings when he uses the term “fucking idiot liberals”.
I can no longer talk about the girls.
Music, movies, humor are all polar opposites.
His kinks have been ruined, he said. They are on my hard limit list and I can do little more than role play. I live with my children, he lives with his mother. I get to be kinky at parties and he doesn’t understand that, he thinks I need them to ” show off” but he hates them.
His mother had a biopsy. Neither of them mentioned it after that and I assumed everything was fine. He didn’t tell me his mother has cancer. His reason is that I didn’t ask. Then he called me narcissistic because I was angry with him. I don’t ask him anything about her now. Apparently his mother’s health and his emotional state are none of my business.
He hasn’t changed. He didn’t misrepresent himself. I thought somehow that I would be exempt from certain things. I thought I could ignore things.
So he asks me about work. Ehh it was the same yesterday as it will be tomorrow. He asks me how I am…. I’m tired. We have settled into informing each other of what we are doing.
…..I’m going to work. Taking a shower. I need to eat something. I’m at Walmart…..
So this is it.