Whatever you want, dear
Part two
Sunday 4 am
I’m woken up by the roar of my partner’s snores – again. The surrendered me is obviously still sleeping and the crabby bitch takes advantage. Hit partner with pillow, shove him on his side and tell him to shut up.
9:00 am
The surrendered me is awake and appalled at the discourtesy displayed in the middle of the night. Obviously, I must apologise profusely. Laura says over and over again that ‘it’s important to apologise when you’ve been discourteous to your guy.’ The surrendered me is slightly peeved by the fact that my guy doesn’t remember any of it.
7:05 pm
We’re going out for dinner.
Laura’s own road to Damascus was actually just a trip to a restaurant. It was an activity suggested by a marital counsellor. Her mission was to go out for dinner with her husband, allowing him to choose the restaurant, the route they would take to get there, even what she would eat and the movie they would go to see afterwards. It was awful. She was completely out of control. She hated it.
My guy seems to hate it too. He’s spent most of the day phoning restaurants, trying to find out who’s open on a Sunday and where we should go. Where would I like to go? he pleads. ‘Wherever you like, dear. I trust your judgement.’ Laura says ‘When he asks your opinion you should use it as an opportunity to remind him that you trust his judgement’. Feeling smug. Imagine this is how Laura must feel.
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