Different Day, Different Nabal

Nabal was giving the silent treatment. He wouldn't even answer unless he was addressed directly... He came in with his bottle and took care of some of his church business on the phone. One of his friends, one who has been trying to talk to him about his drinking, came over and could only puzzle over him.

I fixed fresh spiced shrimp and fresh corn for dinner and he ate none... He usually loves these 2 things. He fixed himself eggs. I think he has been having stomach problems. He has never eaten well, but now I think he is eating less as he drinks more. A few weeks ago after a hard night of drinking his stomach was hurting him and it was very bloated. Extending oddly over his ab muscles, which are very tight. I'm pretty sure he is scared- his father died from bleeding ulcers and liver infection in his 40's. But again Nabal was on a campaign to make me think I could not cook- as a way to make me feel bad. One thing in this world I know for sure that I can do is cook! So he hit a brick wall there. For years I have let him place doubts on my talents to keep control. Looking back I see the pattern. He always comes around after a while and says, "It's ok baby, I still love you." Never apologized for anything, and I mean anything.

So I don't know if Nabal is worried, not feeling well, this is simply an alcohol related mood swing or a combination of all the afore mentioned possibilities. When his father died, Nabal never talked about it. He went for a walk and any amount of compassion rolled off him. It was odd for me, but I understood that everyone handles grief differently. I guess Nabal keeps his vulnerabilities to himself for the same reasons I keep most of mine from him. He was raised in an environment where any weakness was used against him, and in turn does the same.

So now I need to see if he will go to the doctors next week...