Oooooooooooooh, this takes me back to the days when I was dating my husband!
One week, we both decided to go to the office and work on a Saturday. That day, I woke up, took a shower, and collapsed into bed. My sweetie showed up at my door at noon, asking, “Why didn’t you show up? Are you sick?”
“No, I’m fine,” I said. “Maybe I have a little cold, but I was just too tired to come.”
He insisted further: “No, really, are you sick? Did something happen?” When I told him that I was fine and started giving him a funny look, he then became quite hostile and started to demand to know what I had been doing. Apparently, he had been sitting in his office all morning, concocting all kinds of strange reasons for why I hadn’t come. He had finally settled on two possibilities: either I had a chronic illness like AIDS or I had been cheating on him.
When my honest replies that everything was just fine went unheeded, I finally said in exasperation, “DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT I WAS CHEATING ON YOU AT 8:00 IN THE MORNING???”
The funniest part is that he wasn’t entirely convinced even then.
After we talked about the inident further and finally learned to laugh about it, I think that my sweetie started to figure out that he really could trust me to have four hours or so to myself. I guess my point is that even normal individuals can have a little paranoia when it comes to something as life-or-death as a relationship, but just try to trust a little. If something funny is really going on, you’ll start to pick up a lot more signals than just a few hours of time unaccounted for.
And I still tease my sweetie a little about that day.
