“Ruined my body? Rob, it’s a small tattoo on my arm.”
“You should have talked to me.”
“I did talk to you!”
“No, you announced some ridiculous idea, and then you went and did whatever you wanted.”
“You didn’t say anything!”
“I shouldn’t have had to.”
That was when the argument became ugly.
I reminded him that I was an adult and did not need permission to decide on my own body.
Rob insisted that, because we were married, I should have considered how he would feel.
Then, he said the one thing I could not get out of my head.
“I’m not attracted to you anymore.”
I went completely still.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re saying one little tattoo makes you not attracted to your wife anymore?”
“It’s not just the tattoo. It’s what it says about you.”
“What exactly does it say about me?”
“That you don’t care what I think.”
I looked down at the crooked letters on my arm.
How had something so innocent turned into this?
“You want to know what I think?” Rob continued. “I think you should get it removed.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then don’t expect me to pretend I like it.”
“I never asked you to like it.”
