What are you waiting for?
I’ve had a couple of interesting conversations with my gay husband over the past few weeks. Although I thought they might have given me a little more clarity about where his head is at right now, our chats really only gave me more to ponder.
The first of the two conversations regarded our wedding rings. I had been invited to one of those “sell your unwanted gold jewelry” parties. Since he decided months ago that our rings were no longer necessary, I casually mentioned the party. He asked me if I was going to go. I responded that the only “unwanted” gold we have left are our wedding rings.
His expression, quite frankly, stunned me. It was a combination of horror and shock, I guess. With a definite hint of sadness.
When he asked me if I was really going to sell my rings, I reminded him that he had already declared them useless. He then told me that he wasn’t ready to sell them. Curious.
Our next conversation took place several weeks later. We were having coffee together, and I took this opportunity to ask him if, after the holidays, it was time to lawyer up. With a visible show of emotion that I don’t often get a glimpse of, he told me no. He wasn’t ready to leave. Yet.
So this begs the question that I should have asked that morning. What are you waiting for? Me to make the first move? A job change? A boyfriend?
After the holidays, I think I might just ask him out for coffee again.
