The silent treatment. Who knows how long it will last this time? A day? A week? The longest she’s gone before was a month, and by then I wasn’t sure if she was ever going to talk to me again.
So begins the game. Like trying to guess Rumplestiltskin’s name, I have to figure out what it is that I’ve done wrong. I can ask directly, but it won’t make any difference. I have to suffer first.
Friends visit. Family pop in, and she pauses the game. But I know once they’re gone, play will resume. So I stop trying.