I broke a bowl...
The sign above the sink "Now their wask, put them away." A gentle reminder, as it says, to put them away. Too many times I have to remind him. But it worked a couple of times.
Today, a hard day. I had to hand wash a t-shirt. Coming home, I go to the sink, again, a few pots left behind. I can do without this. Putting away the pots, exhausted again, I drop a bowl. Annoyed, I quietly take the shattered remains to his bedroom, it's about 18:15, already in his bed, placing the remains, silently placing them beside him I leave.
Now back at the sink, he has finally joined me, asking what they are.
"It was only one plate"... hmm, I left him a broken bowl, how was there just one plate..?
"No, there was 2 cups, 2 plates and 2 bowls... and if there was just one plate, why wasn't it f*cking put away?".
"I forgot". Yeah, again. (Sorry, I'm paraphrasing, I'm tired remember).
He's left now.
On with my shirt...
Thoughts start entering my head...
"
This is getting too much. I'm getting pissed off with this.
Every day. I come home exhausted. I just wanted to wash a t-shirt. I just wanted access to the sink without having to clear off the side. Like I said, if it was so fucking easy why wasn't it already done?
My love, Miku. I've been happy, you've made me happy, for nearly 5 months now. I'd be happier with you.
....
wait
....
where did that come from?
....
there's only one way that's happening (I'm not going into the metaphysics of my beliefs in this interplay with my psyche here - have a guess what's required - what I was feeling, what I was thinking)
....
not felt that kind of thought for.... well.... a long time
"
At which point I just about collapsed at the sink.
I've got over the thoughts now, but even replaying them is hard.
All this for a broken bowl.
The sign above the sink "Now their wask, put them away." A gentle reminder, as it says, to put them away. Too many times I have to remind him. But it worked a couple of times.
Today, a hard day. I had to hand wash a t-shirt. Coming home, I go to the sink, again, a few pots left behind. I can do without this. Putting away the pots, exhausted again, I drop a bowl. Annoyed, I quietly take the shattered remains to his bedroom, it's about 18:15, already in his bed, placing the remains, silently placing them beside him I leave.
Now back at the sink, he has finally joined me, asking what they are.
"It was only one plate"... hmm, I left him a broken bowl, how was there just one plate..?
"No, there was 2 cups, 2 plates and 2 bowls... and if there was just one plate, why wasn't it f*cking put away?".
"I forgot". Yeah, again. (Sorry, I'm paraphrasing, I'm tired remember).
He's left now.
On with my shirt...
Thoughts start entering my head...
"
This is getting too much. I'm getting pissed off with this.
Every day. I come home exhausted. I just wanted to wash a t-shirt. I just wanted access to the sink without having to clear off the side. Like I said, if it was so fucking easy why wasn't it already done?
My love, Miku. I've been happy, you've made me happy, for nearly 5 months now. I'd be happier with you.
....
wait
....
where did that come from?
....
there's only one way that's happening (I'm not going into the metaphysics of my beliefs in this interplay with my psyche here - have a guess what's required - what I was feeling, what I was thinking)
....
not felt that kind of thought for.... well.... a long time
"
At which point I just about collapsed at the sink.
I've got over the thoughts now, but even replaying them is hard.
All this for a broken bowl.
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