Pink Elephant

My husband and I are in the middle of ignoring the large pink elephant sitting right in front of us. We are not supposed to talk about Something, so all I think about is Something. I keep thinking of really funny, yet inappropriate, jokes about Something, and have literally had to bite my lips so as not to let them get out. A* is Very Sensitive about Something, and I can't keep my fucking mouth shut.

When I'm not supposed to talk about Something, I am thinking about it constantly. I want to FIX Something. I want to TALK ABOUT Something. How can Something be worked out if we are not talking and examining it in the smallest detail and talking some more and maybe worrying a little.... how can Something get better if I am forbidden to speak of it.

I don't want to hurt my husband's feelings. More than anything in the world. That is why I have to take out my frustrations here. A while ago, I made a tiny comment about Something, and A* looked at me like I had broken his heart. It broke my heart to have him look at me that way, and I have felt horrible and the worst wife ever since.

So we sit and don't look at the hugest pink elephant I've ever seen, even when it takes a giant shit on the floor and tries to eat the Peanut.

Or Something.