Rolling My Eyes

Why does he tell me I should not feel this way, instead of helping me to make sure that I never do?

"You are ignoring my question. Still." She's angry, 45 minutes later. She is always angry after the friends leave. It's the same old shit. He's fucking tired of hearing her voice. That accusatory voice. That shameful voice. The one that demands the answer to a question he's forgot. How did this all start again? Instead, he walks over to the sofa and sits down beside her. He takes her hand in his. He just wants it to end. "They are our friends." She shakes her head no. But she keeps his hand in his. Her phone goes off. It makes its sound. What's the name of that song again? it feeds, it grows

I am outside today. She says she will be at the door at 18:00 and I believe her. She has been there the last three evenings at the same time. She has the best smile of anyone I have ever seen. It is enjoyable to watch, but that alone means nothing. Still, it satisfies me to be the cause of it. She likes it when I laugh too. She lets me use the German Hub. I will not be able to get a message out to anyone in Canada to let them know that I am alive, but I can read your News again. I joined a game under her name. She said that was fine to do. Her room is a better room than yours in all ways. It is twice as large and divided into three rooms. A private bathroom, with a bathtub in it, something becoming rare in my country. She showed me how to use the hot tub feature the first night. She told me she installed it herself. She said, "Do you want to sit in here with me tonight and just drink wine?" Again, as we drank a bottle each, she said to me that I could stay as long as I wan...