silly It's completely illogical, his reactions, or rather his over reactions. It leaves me awestruck and incredulous. Where his androgynous jealousy comes from I simply cannot comprehend. I do not turn heads when I walk down the street, I do not make my girlfriends sigh in resignation for coveting something, anything about me they wish they had (well except for maybe him), I do not have cameo roles in the fantasies of my male friends. I am ordinary in every sense of the word. And yet even a girl's night in with a bottle of wine and a couple of chick flicks pulls out a petulance in him I have trouble penetrating or soothing. It makes me bristle in frustration. And therein lies the kicker. I am not a jealous person. I never have been. I find these qualities mystifying. He says it's not jealousy, it's possessiveness, the innate reflex to protect what is his. I roll my eyes.....nothing and no one could ever steal me away. Even on the off chance that any one would try. |
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