Why Atlas Didn’t Shrug

“Can you turn off the music. I don’t like that music,” she says. I reach over and turn off BB King with Eric Clapton. I realize we don’t relate well to each other. I want to correct that. She’s into Way FM, and Diamond Platinums. The latter tends to sing about leaving the village to go to the city, and live in affluence. Her Way FM aspect is coupled with an obligation on her part morally to help those she left behind. I found a picture I took in the Army the other day. Survivor’s guilt isn’t just survivor’s guilt. It’s an ethical obligation knowing what we left behind needs tended too as well. I realize she needs to send all her income back home. We’re trying to support a family of 5 on $15/hour, which leaves us with one car. My wife is much more disciplined, and we don’t relate to each other. We work different shifts and she’s constantly studying. She doesn’t like BB King with Eric Clapton. She doesn’t relate to me. She’s got a lot on her mind, and she will rarely talk about it. She doesn’t want to bring me in, but is mad I don’t grasp her situation. I’ve failed to learn her languages. I was never good at foreign languages. I listen to her music, though.