We needed to talk. I knew that. Things were a bit better since the interviews with Perry, but we needed to figure some things out about our relationship.
Clark had been attentive when we were in front of others who knew I was pregnant and pretty normal in front of other people, but we still weren't really speaking much in private. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been before our last anniversary – or even between Pop Pop's funeral and Daddy's heart attack – but it still wasn't *good*.
Lois still doesn't trust Clark long-term, and I really don't blame her. He hasn't done much of anything to reassure her that he's
not planning to divorce her after the five years are up. Of course, he hasn't quite come to that decision himself yet, although I think he will once he cogitates on it a bit more.
As for Clark not understanding women, isn't that a universal male trait? I've been married to my wife for more than thirty years, and I still shake my head in wide-eyed amazement on a fairly regular basis.
Lois' attempt to convince herself that she doesn't care what Clark does with Lana is hollow bravado. If he were to so much as make Lana smile by telling her a humorous anecdote about Christopher with seventeen people around who'd swear in court that nothing was going on, Lois would still bitterly resent it. Her heart belongs to Clark, and he hasn't accepted it from her, nor has he give his heart back to her. Doesn't matter how good the sex is, Clarkie, that's not the organ she's most interested in.
Is it Thursday yet? No? Drat!
