This morning, I started telling Hubby about my creative writing assignment.
Last term, we had to submit a 1200 word piece, which could be a complete story or an extract, and I did the opening of my current novel (the piece I posted on Surreality as ‘Chapter One’).
This term, we have been doing about ‘structure’, so we have to submit a 1500 word piece, again, either an extract or a complete story. If it’s a story, we have to give a brief analysis of the internal structure, and if an extract, a structure of the overall piece, and how it fits in.
So, this morning I’ve been going through what I’ve written – the later sections – to find a suitable extract, and thinking about the structure so far – after that, it gets tricky, because I don’t know how it’s going to end. I’m always reluctant to read back what I’ve written, but then I’m always pleasantly surprised, so I was quite excited, and I was telling him about this, and…
No reaction, no comment, no eye contact, even. He let me finish, then said, ‘Right, let’s go and do something useful' and started tearing up bread crusts to put out on the bird table.
I know that after all these years I should know better than to expect anything more positive. And probably he just couldn’t think of anything to say. But after years and years and years of that sort of reaction, it just saps your soul.
This is why I get so excited when any man acts as though he thinks I’m actually INTERESTING.
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I know I shouldn’t whinge, but…
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Well at least he let you finish BEFORE he broke up the crusts! In all the years I've been married I never give my hubby the time of day when he starts on about his work but at least by giving time, if not reaction, we are not being ignored, or ignoring them.
 | husbandorcat [Member] 2006-02-26 @ 15:27 |
I know - but sometimes I just wish - it didn't have to BE like that.
Wouldn't it be great to have somebody who actually WAS interested in you and what you have to say? Or is that just hopelessly naive and unrealistic?
 | suzeemoon [Member] http://suzeemoon.friendpages.com/ 2006-02-26 @ 19:45 |
WHO says you shouldn't whinge?! Implying that listening to one's partner is 'not useful' sounds pretty deflatory to me...
Yes, it WOULD be great to have somebody who actually WAS interested in you and what you have to say.
I'd like to echo Suzee's thoughts but add a couple of notes of caution too.
Firstly, my wife became more and more involved in her work to the extent that she rarely had any time for me. She would always be starting new projects and then promising to spend more time with me which would then be swiftly forgotten as soon as the next project came along. I really began to resent this and was angry at her and therefore angry at what she undertook. Is there any possibility that this is happening to your husband?
Secondly, do you ever express an interest in what he is really fired by?
| husbandorcat [Member] 2006-03-02 @ 13:11 |
Good point - but there is so little that actually interests us BOTH simultaneously, I think this is the root of the whole problem.
Only I don't see any way round it, as I am not going to start watching rugby, and I don't want to have to give up doing the things I like doing.
When you first met what did you share? There must have been something that attracted you.
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