Pins and Needles.
Did you ever notice that when you go to buy a car, and you decide what you like, that you start to see that model of car all over town? That is what it was like for me living in my own house.
If there was a show or movie on TV it seemed that I could draw the most paranoid conclusions out of it. Even if the sub-plot was a cheating spouse, it seemed that my wife had this gleam in her eye. The gleam that says, "something's up?" It was really just me completely cracking under the stress of what I was doing. I kept questioning every remark that I made. Did it sound to contrived? Does going to rent a movie tonight make sense? I was beginning the final count down to melt down.
The thing that probably pushed me right to the edge was a question and answer session in our kitchen. It didn't take long, but it rattled me badly. We had just gotten back from eating dinner out and it went something like this:
Do you still love me?
Yes.
Do you think I'm pretty?
Yes.
Why aren't we having sex more? Are you getting your jollies somewhere else?
uh...No!
Shit!!!! This was well before the meeting ever took place and I'm already acting guilty. At that point I thought she might know and did everything I knew to do to smooth things over in the next few days. It seemed to work and things got more less back to what I considered normal. Which was of course not normal at all....
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