He doesn’t follow the news, doesn’t get the appeal or understand this primal need to know what's going on in the world, doesn’t get my addiction to them. He doesn’t understand my anger at the way of the world, how I sometimes feel so overwhelmed and sad I want to cry and how I still feel compelled to watch every night when it only makes me feel sad, mad and overwhelmed all over again. Always sits with me though, holding my hand and smiles occasionally when I scream at the TV.
He sometimes makes stupid jokes about serious things. Jokes that make me want to hit him, jokes that make him seem uneducated and lacking all understanding and compassion. Sometimes I do hit him, other times I just tell him off. Bitch about how utterly annoying and unfair it is to joke about stuff like that and how completely un-funny it is. He just smiles, appologizes for his stupidity and tells me what a wonderful person I am. That just makes me want to hit him even more...
