Inconsistency

She wants space. So I go.

But before long she asks me to come back. So I come back.

I stay late at work one day, getting home two hours later than normal. She's unhappy. "I wish you'd come home on time today. I needed you," she says.

I am thoughtful and attentive. I bring flowers. I tidy the house. I offer compliments continually. I help take care of the children.

At the end of the day, I offer to go. But she asks me to stay, so I stay.

I let her know that I desire her, and she says, "Maybe tomorrow morning."

In the morning, she says, "Do you want to go in to work a bit late?" Oh, yes, I most certainly do.

So I make the bed, join her for morning stretches, make lunches for the kids, do some other chores for the day, make sure the kids eat breakfast, get them out the door to school.

I turn to her, and she smiles brightly, eyes shining, and says, "When are you leaving?"

Um, uh... I'm... I'm not sure...

"Now would be good," she says.

"Did I do something wrong?" I ask, hurt and confused.

"No," she replies. "You're just... here. You need to go now. I need space."

She wants space. So I go.