Things change… I have to accept it. But so suddenly?
Two weeks ago I heard an angel sing. Now I see a sex-idol walk between the rows, letting women tear him to pieces (almost). Does my stomach signal something? Yes. Am I happy? Hard to say.
I hate changes… and that’s all I’m getting these days. My better half, the one who puts up with so much from me, the one who always behaves patiently when I should be slapped a couple of times, is far away, out of sight, out of hearing. The light is not on when I come home. I am cold in bed when I hop in. I do the shopping, I do the cleaning, and the house, as a result, is rather dirty. I don’t fight with Kitty, and she craves it. I don’t cook, because there is no one to cook for. I eat salads, chocolate, yoghurt if starving. The kitchen is a mess. I don’t rush home, because there is no one to rush to. Actually, I thought I was fine up to this moment, but no, I hate it all. read more »