Find someone, part 134

Text: "what's for dinner?"

Leftovers.

I arrive home 10 minutes later to you plopped on the couch dinner in hand, stuffing your face. 

Leftovers. 

And you could not wait for me for 10 lousy minutes.

How I am so insignificant to you?

On my way out the door, "Love you."

Why?

You say this every day.

Words.

But they are hollow. 

Completely and utterly hollow.

Like my heart.

Being alone: our tradition

I had surgery and you did not know.

You saw the bandage and didn't even ask until the next day when you made a stupid joke about it.

Since then? Not a single word.

Not a question about how I am feeling.

Not a question about next steps.

Not a question about appointments.

After 20 years you wanted a "tradition" of eating take-out. Fine. And then with a fridge full of food you eat my leftovers. Not a "hey would you mind if I ate your leftovers?" It sounds really stupid but I never eat your food.

Jokes not funny.

When I say there is a man sexually intimdating staff and members at work today and you respond, "Hey at least he didnt say Joey style 'how you doin'?" 

Are you kidding me? 

Not supportive.

Absolutely not funny.

Fuck off.