"We live in the same house, but I hardly see him. He's always busy. The most I ask him is if he wants anything to eat. At dinner we eat and he goes upstairs early to sleep. I stay downstairs by myself. At our age what do we have to talk about, what is left to say but laconic replies, when we have spoken day in day out for a life time. I feel as though we have used and reused all the words possible and now we are reduced to grunts and mumbles. It's difficult, when he does say something I get very angry and I say things he gets very angry. The day we become all about hand gestures or simple facial expressions as responses, what then? Silence that bounces off the walls, echoes, meddles, settles."
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