Same thing the other night.
I asked Claire if she wanted to watch a movie. She was all into it and even more excited when I suggested a romantic comedy, a true chick flick.
Hey, I’m willing to do anything to make her happy at this point.
Anyway, once the movie started, I thought we were having a good time. We were joking around and commenting on the funny parts.
But then a love scene came on, and Claire abruptly got up and left.
I didn’t even get an explanation.
I thought at first that she had just run to the bathroom.
But she never returned.
When I asked her the next day what happened, she just shrugged it off and said she got really tired and went to bed.
Yeah, right.
When she realized I wasn’t buying it at all, she tried to tell me that she didn’t really like the movie.
I just kept thinking how she was into it up to that point. I guess that love scene really turned her off.
Hmm, wonder why?
I didn’t call her out, though.
I just said, “You should have told me you didn’t like it. We could have put on something else.”
“Nah, it’s okay,” she replied. “I truly was exhausted too. I didn’t even have the energy to come back down and tell you I was done for the night.”
Ahh, we were back to that bullshit.
Hell, it wasn’t even that late when she bailed on me.
But, again, I kept all that to myself.
Today I’m golfing with Lennox and Shane. I don’t even know what Claire is up to. She was already gone from the house when I got up.
“Easton, you’re up,” Lennox says, jarring me from my thoughts.
I was totally zoning out.
“I’m on it,” I reply as I walk over to the green and tee up the ball.
I think about all my frustration with Claire, and when I take a swing, I knock that motherfucker almost all the way to the next green.
“Holy shit,” Shane says. “Nice shot, man.”
“Thanks,” I murmur.
We’re on the fourth hole, and I’ve been kicking ass so far. When you’re dealing with a lot of confusion, whacking the shit out of something is very cathartic.
But I guess I’m not hiding my feelings all that well, seeing as, while Shane tees up, Lennox asks me, “Is everything okay at home?”
I play dumb. “You mean with Claire?”
“Uh-huh.”