His perception of my needs is grossly erroneous. Representative of his continued refusal to listen and absorb my words; accept my longing for connection, for emotional depth. We have talked this to the brinks of insanity. I need you. Your love, your arms wrapped around me, your refuge. Your confidence, your strength. I need you to look into my eyes and see the depths of my soul. Provide compassion, without judgement. Love, without obligation. Friendship, without insult. But sadly, I digress. For this is not our reality. Our relationship has been reduced to emotional instability, heart wrenching exchanges and magnificent disappointments. I am ashamed of what our marriage, our friendship, has become. You and I, we speak different languages. I am telling you what I need, what I want, but you are not listening. You are absorbed, so deeply, in your own desires that you cannot accurately perceive mine. Driven by power, money and success, it is illogical to you that I want loving kindness. Your life dictated by time, clients and checklists, it is irrational to you that I want passion. One must share your worldview to carry legitimacy. Thus, I am not a priority and our marriage is but an afterthought.
© The Flip of the Switch, February 2016.