It is, in fact, deafening.

I’m currently on the receiving end of the silent treatment. Needless to say, it’s weird to have someone you lived with for ten years be completely unwilling to acknowledge your existence. Weirder still when among the last things they said to you were, “How do you want to proceed?” and “I’m happy to meet.” That was three months ago. I’d like to think I’ve been patient, but I’m hurt. Not to mention frustrated. This probably isn’t a great place to air those feelings, but some days it’s hard to be happy about profiteroles when other parts of my life are so sad.

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