How Much Different We Are by Andrii Lysenko

I love to hear her speak,
yet well I know that she will speak about clothes. Oh how I wish she changed the subject.Personally I don't care about my appearance and moreover about what I wear. But she is quite obsessed with it. I really can't understand why. Probably she thinks that clothes primarily represent who the person really is.Still I don't want to talk about it. What I want is a truly meaningful conversation. Apparently she isn't able to give me at least something worthy. Surely she thinks that while we can't choose our body and face we still can decide what type and what color of fabrics surrounds our bodies. When she hears me saying that I don’t share her beliefs she usually tells me to shut up. Of course she’s rude, but what can I do?Not that I don't like people who are preoccupied with material things but its the absence of emotional side of conversation that worries me. She never seems to be interested in who I am. Genuine interest in me is what I seek. Unfortunately, I don't find it when I talk with her. When I have these thoughts in my head she usually notices my inattentiveness towards her and goes on:    "You don't really listen", she waves her hand at me dismissively. "You're lucky that I don't really need your opinion. Otherwise, I would leave"Oh, were the things different I wouldn't hesitate to leave myself. I am fed up with having these conversations where I am always the one who does wrong. Some decisions should be made in advance. I should have predicted these situations beforehand. But far not everything can be canceled or reverted. I wish I could leave right now. Unfortunately, I am not able to.  Too bad that we're already married together and have two kids.