Tonight we went out to dinner at a hibachi place on 119. I drove. I was heading towards the Saw Mill, which I thought was the best route, when JJ asked me, “where are you going?” I said, “to the Saw Mill, then exit 22 to 119. Isn’t the restaurant near Stop and Shop?” He said, “yes, but it’s closer to Mascia, so Benedict would have been better.” I said, “oh yeah, that’s probably true.” In any case, we got there, had a good time, and I took his suggested route for going back.
It reminded me of a time when our roles were reversed. A few weeks ago, 12-26-2017, we were starting our trip to Alexandria. JJ had shown almost no interest in the trip in advance of it and had responded with silence when I had told him the days I wanted to go. But on the morning of the trip he’d said he wanted to leave by 8 am. But as usual we were leaving later, closer to 9 am. A few reasons, two being that I was cleaning up the house along with packing and I was really sick. He had told the kids we would stop for breakfast at McDonalds, which I assumed meant the McDonalds in Tarrytown. I had not eaten anything because I’d been running around packing, and I was really hungry when we got in the car. I said, “so we’re going to McDonalds, right?” He said, grumpily, “well now I don’t want to because we’re starting so late.” I said, “I’m really hungry and the kids haven’t eaten. It doesn’t really matter that we’re leaving at 9 instead of 8. There’s no rush to get to Alexandria, and since we won’t have any time at home when we get back from our trip I wanted to clean a little also. I’d really like to get something to eat.” He didn’t respond and started driving. We went 2 minutes when Merryn said she had to go to the bathroom. Thinking JJ was driving to McDonalds in Tarrytown, I said “you can go at McDonalds. We’ll be there in 5 minutes.” But then JJ turned the car around. I said, “where are you going?” He said, “home.” I said, “what about McDonalds?” He didn’t respond. We got home and he took Merryn inside. When they came back, I said, “JJ, are you going to stop for breakfast? Can you please just answer?” He looked at me with a face and tone full of complete contempt and said, “I WILL. STOP HARASSING ME!” I said, “I am not harassing you; I calmly asked you because you wouldn’t answer before.” Again no response. He started driving, out of Sleepy Hollow, into Tarrytown, through Tarrytown, way past the McDonalds. I said, “ where are you going?” He said, again full of contempt, “McDonalds!” I said, “But you passed it!” He said, “McDonalds in New Jersey.” I said, “well why didn’t you explain that before! I thought you were going to go to the drive-thru in Tarrytown.” He drove in stony silence for 45 minutes to the Burger King at the rest stop on the Garden State. Instead of driving through, he parked and we went in, and it took us about an hour. JJ did not speak the entire rest of the trip, which took about 5 more hours through heavy traffic.
I wonder how the day would have gone if he could have just calmly explained what he was thinking about doing in the first place.