My spouse and I had been married for more than ten years.
I knew she was a heating and air conditioning professional.
She was a heating and air conditioning professional when I met her, and she was still a heating and air conditioning professional. Everyone knew what she did for a living, because it was all she talked about. I hated to say it, but there were some things more important to talk about than heating and air conditioning. There was something I needed to tell her, although I could not get a word in edgewise. I was getting to where I wanted to trick her, tie her to the chair, and have a one-sided conversation with her when she couldn’t talk. We were at the dinner table last year when she started droning on about her job again. She laughed every so often, but I didn’t hear a word she was saying. She gave me a glass of wine, and I declined. Normally she would say something when I say no to wine, although she was so into her story, it was like she didn’t even know I was there. I got up and went to the powder room, and she smiled when I returned. She picked up with her story about her latest heating and air conditioning goofy story, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. She stopped for a drink, and I told her that if she said one more word about heating and air conditioning, I was going to get angry. This is when I got serious with her. She told me all I had to do was say something. I told her I wanted to have a baby, which got her attention, although she went into a story about a pregnant lady who was having heat flashes.