’Today, I noticed that my husband was behaving kind of strange. We had a reservation for dinner at our favorite place and were due to meet there in the evening.
I went shopping with my girls and I showed up in the restaurant a little late, my fault. He was a little less talkative than usual and I noticed something was bothering him. At first I thought he was irritated by my late arrival but later I realized the problem was much, so much deeper. I suggested to him that we move to a less crowded place so we could talk. In a cozy little coffee shop I looked him in the eyes and asked what was wrong. He seemed to ignore my feelings and said that nothing was wrong. I kept asking him if I had done something to let him down but he just kept saying that he was not upset and I had nothing to worry about.