Talk

I tried talking to Robin about his losses as a child. It started with a comment about aunts. I don't know what. He said ...shit, I can't remember. So, then, I tried talking about childhood trauma, and he said he was trying to watch the game (World Series, though he never watches baseball). I just said we were done. We would never be able to talk about anything that mattered, but there is more, and I suck at typing and don't want to put the effort into this.  My nostrils are filled with the smell of some kind of cleaning something or the other though I haven't been cleaning.  This change in my sense of taste and smell is driving me nuts.