Chapter Three
Zumba
When in doubt strut, and don’t stop until you are out of sight.
My Rodger was beginning to make me feel unwanted; it seemed as if he had cut himself off and become unreachable.
Rodger said it was nothing to do with me... when I say he said nothing, I mean, when I ask ‘is it me?’ he said nothing. Rodger instead talked about his shed, went off to his shed, and when he wasn’t in the shed, spent time buying things for his shed. And if you saw the shed, you would wonder what all the fuss was about.
As I said to my girls, “I think we are going through the seven year itch, three years late; and I blame Shifty.” Six months ago Rodger took up assertiveness classes, and ever since then he has been a changed man who picked over everything and was too busy for my belly dancing
