My kitchen floor is aslop with empty syllables. I babble in response to my husband's automatic question delivered everyday in the same way - "How was your day?" I realized yesterday this is my response to living with someone who has no interest in me beyond the act of asking me to recite what I've done over the day. I answer by opening my mouth and letting the loneliness spill out in thick consonants and vowels.
I cannot help my need for intimacy. And it doesnt inconvenience him or bore him because he is not listening anyway. I have tested him many times. In the middle of a discourse, I'll stop.
And the silence is deafening.