He pranks. I find it funny. I laugh. We both laugh. And then I return the favor. Cause I found it funny and I want to prank him too. He doesn’t find it funny, no laughs. It’s revenge time. He does something more advanced and with no laughs. It’s more aggressive. I back down. It’s not funny anymore. I go back and sit and do my thing. After a while he comes. Hugs me tight, gives me a kiss and says goodnight. I don’t feel like returning it, but I say goodnight. He realizes I’m not present. He asks me what’s wrong. I say nothing. He says I look sad. I say I’m good and smile. He goes away.
What the fuck was this? He knew right? He knew he hurt me by doing whatever the fuck he just did, right? This has happened multiple times. They know when they hurt you, don’t they? What is this?
I married the nice guy. The hands on guy. The I will always tie your shoes guy. The I’ll wake you up with a coffee on weekends guy. The you don’t need to cook me anything guy. I’m happily married. But then there’s these small things that make you question even the happy times.