Her diary :-

Saturday 3rd June 2016

He was very withdrawn tonight, hardly said a word. He sat there looking empty, sad and somewhat distant. I tried talking to him but only received very vague, one word answers. I even made his favourite dinner and served it with ice cold beer in the vain hope of getting him to open to me and tell me what was wrong.

Even after running him a nice hot bath, he still seemed slumped in a low place, unable to communicate with me on any level. After his bath, I led him to the bedroom and we made gentle, passionate love, but he still barely uttered a word to me.

Have I done something wrong? I don't know, he just won't talk to me tonight.


His diary :-

Saturday 3rd June 2016

Footy this afternoon, team lost, gutted.

Got a shag though.