We spent the evening with friends. Golden Corral for dinner, and a movie. The night was fine until we got into the theater. We are sitting down and my husband doesn't sit next to me. My friend had to tell him, "Aren't you gonna sit next to your wife?". Once he was seated next to me, he positions himself at the furthest distance he possibly can away from me. I suggest to him that he should move a seat over and he did. My heart broke through the entire movie because I thought I was too fat for him to sit next to me, that he was squished so he had to move down.
I made it through the movie, I made it through the drive home, I made it to my bedroom. All the while with this very uncomfortable lump in my throat. Is the lump from trying to keep from crying? Or is it the crying building up? Either way, the lump was present, through the entire movie all the way home. At one point he tried to touch me and I just shrugged it off. I made it all the way through until I laid down for bed, and the tears came. With the tears, the pain of my broken heart could be felt with it's crushing, sinking feeling.
I cried until I couldn't breath. He tried to comfort me, again I pushed him away. This is a horrible, horrible feeling and I would like that it never happen again. I am thinking that this is the end of my marriage.
After the crying, I was able to speak and tell him what was going on. He laughed at first. He was trying to play a joke on his friend. He was giving me an arm on the chair to put my soda is why he had moved over. Then his tears came at the thought of me sitting through the entire movie with a broken heart. It was all a misunderstanding. We were both happy and relieved. I should've spoken much sooner, but couldn't for the lump in my throat that I would have surely lost control over. This was a horrible moment in time. Horrible. Just, thank goodness for misunderstandings.
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