I’m in Good Company
I come here mostly to write, but also for the camaraderie.
Most days logging onto Medium feels like coming into a neighborhood bar filled with good friends that I see almost every day and know well.
I am a lonely woman. No, I don’t live alone. I live with my husband and he doesn’t talk unless forced to, and then it isn’t much. It’s certainly not satisfying to talk to the side of his head, and sometimes receive not so much as a nod to indicate he heard me. I’ve been talking to the side of his head while he stares at a screen for 25 years.
Any of our “talks” involve me talking and him (mostly) listening and do not include responses of any length from him. In fact, sometimes he just sits there and lets me talk on. When I pause or finish, he sometimes says, “so is that all you wanted to talk about?” Sometimes he nods while I’m talking.
He is a good man. He pays our bills, is exceedingly generous with me and agrees on almost anything I decide I want. He is a little stingy with himself — I just had to urge him to buy a new laptop after his kicked the bucket. He is of high moral standards (now) and is faithful (now) and dedicated to family life. He mainly enjoys his computer and television, and he seems content as long as someone fixes something to eat around dinner time. He has some habits that drive…
