This silence is new; one I’ve not heard before. He’s communicating in a different language.

Before today, I’ve managed to translate all my husband’s silences.

There are so many.

Silence of ignoring.

Muzzled boredom.

Wordless sulking.

Fingered sign language.

And the classic; storming away and feigning a loss of hearing. The deaf threat.

But this morning, I held up that woman’s slutty message on his phone and I can’t comprehend, whether his silence is telling me nothing or whether it’s telling me everything.

His dogged muteness is echoing around the room, smothering my piercing screams, shattering the silence that I need.


Originally published: 101 Words