We’ve been circling tenderly around each other, carefully avoiding the subject of polygamy. With things being what they are, it seems absurd to spend the evening talking about new roses for the garden, and yet somehow unavoidable. We badly needed a break from hurting each other. We need to pretend life is normal for a short while.
I am tired. I need to find my strength again somehow.
I’m dreading the day my husband leaves for Oman with #2. I feel my life will never be the same again after that. Well, there’s nothing much I can do about it all.
We’ll just sit in the conservatory, sip some wine, and talk about whether we prefer Queen Elizabeth or Devon Pink.
I’ll worry about polygamy tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow….