“If you ask me” Gerald insisted, “feelings are wholly overrated!” He took a long slug from his beer and stared into the flames. “Jane is always wanting me to share things and open up, but that’s just not me you know” he continued.
“I always try and explain that to my wife” Thomas answered, placing more wood on the fire, “I tell her that I am just not that deep but she seems desperate for me to share some inner most thoughts. I don’t really have any though.”.
Gerald nodded in agreement. “You know, once I actually made some stuff up about me having some hidden pain in my past that I didn’t want to talk about”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
“We were young, she was hot and I thought it might make me more interesting.” He finished the beer and reached into the cool box for another. “She always loved poetry and those arty films and stuff and I figured I might stand more of a chance if I pretended to have some inner demons.”
“Many things you are mate, but deep you are not. Unless of course you count the love of beer and football and pies as something that makes you whimsical or brooding or whatever the hell it is she wants” Thomas laughed.
“I know, and now she’s forever wanting me to talk about stuff. She even suggested I see somebody because she thinks I’m repressed.” Gerald said, scratching his head. “Turns out I’m just not that interesting but 20 years into a marriage I’m not really sure what I can do.”
“So what’s set her off then, has she always been like this, you’ve not mentioned it before.”
Gerald waited before replying, he wasn’t really sure. “Maybe with the kids being gone we have less things to distract us. We had Elsie so quickly and the twins followed not long after. I think she might be bored too.”
“Mate, that happened to us” Thomas said “I ended up taking dance classes with her and writing a travel blog because she thought we needed to enrich our lives more and enjoy the time we had together.”
“Did it work?”
“All I really wanted to do was spend a bit more time down the pub and read a bit, but you should see my foxtrot, I’m not bad you know”
The door to the house opened and Jane’s head popping through “Come on you two, I know you’re probably deep in conversation but dinner is ready. You can come tell us what you’ve been talking about”
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