When I overhear another woman complain about it, I can be objective.
"I expected my husband to know what I was thinking. I hinted so much it should have been obvious."
Yeah. I do that.
The irony is that I am capable of speech. Why do I rely on other less dependable means of communication, like telepathy and slamming kitchen cupboards?
I remember one time stomping out of the room mid argument.
"He sure better follow me!" I muttered to myself. Not what I might classify as higher level thinking.
It is at the same time consoling and embarrassing when other women mention that they too want their husbands to read their minds. Oddly, I don't recall ever hearing a man say he expected it to work. Then again perhaps they do but rather than mention it they expect me to just know.
The other day I almost had a break through. John had articulated something he wanted to get better at, and an opportunity appeared. I almost said "This would be a good time to try." But I was quiet.
I am still not sure if it was because I was daring him to figure it out or because I was resisting the urge to be bossy. Sometimes the line between them is aggravatingly thin.
