It's official. I've let myself go.
For a couple hours this morning I was hatless and Tom saw the top of my head.
He looks at my hair then says, "When was the last time you colored your hair?"
I say: "I think it was September, or maybe August. Can't remember."
Tom: Are you going to do it again soon?
me: Why? You don't like my steel wool colored roots?
Tom: (as he inspects the top of my scalp) I think you should make an appt. and have it done professionally.
me: I think I'll just do it myself and color it black.
Tom: Do whatever you want. I have no say in anything.
me: Have you even noticed that I've gained 6 pounds in the last month??
(no comment from Tom)
Am I purposely trying to make myself appear more unattractive or do I just not give a damn anymore?
I think this is what the medical folk would call Depression.