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.
Fingered sign language.
And the classic; storming away and feigning a loss of hearing. The deaf threat.
But this morning, I hold 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.