Sometimes Aiden reminds me of the man to whom I was once married. Last night being one of those moments. The lack of space between us has made me realize that maybe things work better when he and I end up in two corners of the world, or at two ends of the bed.
Or else, the outcome being both of us seated in bed, starving and him being stressed, trying to sort out whatever issue that is bothering him with regards to grounds for his distress: option a, b, c (options b and c being imaginary of course to supplement that he does has reasonable grounds to feel upset as he is feeling at the point of elaborating his problem.)
I on the other hand, stay in bed ponder what the hell is wrong with me of late, for feeling completely unaffected while he throws his little tantrum.