the fight (100 words)

I scream and rant and rail. I cry and blubber. I talk. You sit in stony silence. I am lost, unable to understand or comprehend what you are doing, thinking, trying to say, if anything. Do you have something to say? How do you respond to what I am feeling, to the problems I am seeing? I get back nothing. I rip open myself to share my thoughts and leave myself lost, vulnerable. For days you say nothing. I am left wondering where this leaves us. Now the problem becomes our inability to communicate beyond the rosy glow of happiness.