This, in turn, takes its toll on the Socialist. He feels cut off from me, and constrained from talking about things that bother him. When he does talk it makes me feel defensive and impotent. I am responsible for the stress and unhappiness the Socialist is boxed in by, and yet I can do nothing to fix it. Our frustrations build on each other, and I have no idea how to stop the avalanche.
We spoke for several hours last night. How our lives have changed, what we miss, the uncertainties and optimisms that make our daily lives now. I'm not sure either of us left the conversation feeling any better than we did when we started. And I'm not sure how to fix it. I suggested counseling, an idea which was rejected handily.
I can't change what I've become. He can't change his needs. I fear the two are becoming incompatible.