
But why? What purpose does silence offer when something bothers you? The slightest little thing can bring up this wall of silence and then you are left trying to figure out why the silence (and you have many days of deafening silence to think about what you might have done wrong) to then narrow it down to that a possible moment that you think might have upset him. To realize how trivial it was, if indeed it was that particular thing or moment, because you still don't know, but now so much time has passed... and he is back without one mention of it. Almost like a silent punishment. It's like walking on egg shells, you just never know what could set it off. Is it just me??











