To be honest, I have rebellious thoughts regarding my relationship.
I fantasize about secretly purchasing one of the gorgeous, low maintenance condos that looks out over the local golf course, and transforming it into a perfect personal retreat with spare but customized furniture.. a comfortable and attractive sectional from restoration hardware, a queen bed with a lush, expensive mattress piled in feminine prints and pillows, a gleaming kitchen with quartz counters and a single set of two pots, two pans, in pretty pastels, non-toxic, non stick ceramic that wont be waiting for me in the morning crusted with the greasy residue of *somebody’s* ground sausage or chorizo.
Soft music plays in my retreat. I go out on the terrace at sunset and watch the stubborn people swat balls into the twilight several yards away. The writing desk is near to the fresh air, the view. It has a cup of pens and pencils, notebooks and my laptop waiting for me. A couple lush, thriving plants infuse the air with oxygen.
And for at least several months there is *No* *TV*. Im on detox- It’s Valentine’s Day and in real life the damn screen is blaring again. .. more stuff I dont care about. I wanna read my Karen Russell short stories without having to put on earmuffs to block the sound or I mean, since it’s Valentine’s Day, I donno, be kissed all over? Have a sensual massage? Have an erudite conversation that isnt about wearying politics or how he is updating the technology at work or bizarrely interrogative questions about my business which I -believe- are a good faith effort to show interest but feel sort of like barked inquisitions from an angry officer?
This year isnt romantic. Last year wasnt romantic. I could take control and make the evening not so… plebeian but having to take control is not romantic.
Im not going anywhere… not like leaving him, but Id like to be able to mysteriously disappear when he isnt engaging me properly as a partner which feels like the case far too often.
I like that he will take on chores I hate. I like that we have text exchanges everyday while he is working. I like his touch. His face.
But I dont like that I wait and wait while he engages in years worth of escapism from his personal baggage. I dont like that I havent had a decent holiday in years cus his emotional cowardice makes him stubbornly escapist whenever expectations get notched up a bit. Im pretty tired of accepting less than I deserve when it’s like, fucker, worship me. Im not gonna be cute and willing to be close to you forever… not if you keep watching that fucking tv.
Sometimes I wanna run to Italy. Have dinner with a handsome stranger. Feel looked at. Feel fascinating. Shit.
He’s a very good friend of mine and I never want to hurt him but it hurts to feel the world close in and yearn for something different. I want to be excited, to be taken by surprise by my partner.
Maybe that condo, then. Yeah.. a feminine retreat. I have a right to reset the dynamic if it proves unsatisfying. Its not a crime to build a better world. It’s not a sin to make him earn his place in it.
Bah. Bring out the earmuffs. Now where did I put that book?