Sometimes Norman makes me so frustrated I want to yell at him. I try not to as I am fighting a war against screaming monsters so I like to set a good example. Sadly, sometimes I just break out and yell.
It is mortifying. He asks such good questions.
Mostly I just listen to Norman. I talk but he usually doesn't listen. Only occasionally does he give me his undivided attention. He is a great listener when he focuses. If I do try to talk to him, things go to custard and my brain refuses to function. I can hardly speak. It is very embarrassing.
I love Norman, but I hate him too.
It is not a case of husband betrayal. He knows all about Norman and can accept my passion. He is a very tolerant man, lying beside me as I speak to Norman in the evenings. I am listening to Norman croon at me now as I type. The dear husband is reading a magazine beside me, not at all jealous. He is not fussed by Norman - he can take him or leave him.
Norman has come into my life quite recently. He first arrived by accident as I was driving to some social event, years ago. Then there he was in my car. But I resisted him then. I could have loved him for years but it is only recently that our relationship bloomed.
I don't like to tell other people about my relationship with Norman. It is a bit embarrassing, really. Don't tell anyone.
