"I still feel married to my wife."
For a while it seemed like this was going to be a good day. There was coffee and breakfast and running errands. While we were out, we ran into one of Pastor's friends. She seemed to have put two and two together.
This evening he cooked me a lovely dinner: steak and veggies on the grill. It felt like a wonderful date. And I was ready to broach the subject about where this is going. We moved inside for desert and, I swear, two bites into my ice cream, he says, "I still feel married to my wife."
What do you say to that? The only thing that keeps coming into my mind is, "Then WHAT are you doing with me?"
If that's how he feels, why did he invite me to come here? We've talked about this weekend A LOT over the past few weeks. He had so many opportunities to bring this up before now. Something along the lines of, I'm not sure this is such a good idea anymore. But now, I'm here, and I can't continue any of these conversations, because I know that they will end with me wanting to leave. One of the major problems with this house is that leaving is not an easy option.
I know I'm not stuck. I did the whole, "text a friend, I need you to call me with a fake emergency" ruse. Which allowed me to go cry in my room while researching my travel options. I have options. But they aren't good options. So that's why when he says, " It looks like you have something to say." I reply, "Nope. I don't have anything I want to say."
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