It's a test. It's all always been a test.
"We can't get engaged unless we've lived together for a year. To prove we won't always screw it up the same way we did last time," he says. It's been 3 months. We talk less. I fantasize about doing him violence, though that's normal for me. Underemployment and his complete inability to grasp the concept of money are taking their toll. He eats lunch out several times per week; I've seen one movie in the past 3 months, with a pass I already had. People tell me to just talk to him about problems I have with his behavior, but I do. No matter how delicate, no matter how consultative I am, he just stops talking if he realizes I'm criticizing him. And it lasts for hours.
So, it's a test. And I've failed. I keep breaking down and asking how I'm doing, admitting that I think something's wrong...talking about the test is another way to fail the test. Talking about weddings is another way to fail the test, though he won't admit so, he still stops talking. Why did he drag me across the country, twice within 6 months, if the test is rigged so that I can't pas it?
