He walks through the door, always with a peeved expression, unhappy, snappy. He greets her dismissively, snapping at her when she asks questions, yelling about the dishes accumulating on the sink, before retiring to his usual arm chair with laptop at hand. And she goes on pretending like he's not there. When she walks in the morning, he will be gone.
Except, things are changing. The days he walks through that door are dwindling to maybe once a week. Once a fortnight? She finds herself dragging her feet; letting everything slip away, including her intelligence. And for the first time: she realises that she is feeling lonely.
Today he came home, walked through the door with his usual demeanour and a promise that he might actually spend some time with her. However, he tells her that things have to change. That couples, they spend time with each other on weekends. That in order to make his relationship work, he has to be there, to do thing with her. To leave the girl alone. She felt her heart shatter; she had actually thought he was going to propose spending more time with her. And she realises that she misses him, more than she likes to let herself believe. And before she knows it, the days she sees him will be the same, if not less than before she moved in with him.
And the worst part. The most heart breaking part of this realisation is that she comes second. Just has she has always come second to her whole life.
And so I write things as a reminder to myself not to let myself hope, or believe and always know...
Some Things Never Change...
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