So, I'm here in Indianapolis @ the Marriott Courtyard. My love - or lover - or friend - or fellow toxic relationship-belonger, or whoever he is - sleeps soundly in our hotel bed. He, being the neat-and-germ-freak that he is has sprayed the entire room down in a fresh Lysol scent and can now rest peacefully knowing that he's killed 99% of the flu virus.
Me, on the other hand, I can't rest. I don't know why I'm here. Well, I know why I came. It was to support - whoever he is - while he trained for a new job. My support - unappreciated. My presence - taken for granted. Maybe i'm being a bit dramatic...okay, but damn. if every word i say is dismissed as if I'm a fifth grader who knows nothing and everybody including him is smarter than me...then really, why I am i here?
And then to be told on the first day of whoever he is' training "I should just go back to school. Forget this." WTF? Really? I said that 7 months ago. But now...you say it - like its an original thought...really?
i do wonder if it is my job as a loving and supportive woman to let such things pass, and never say "I told you so" and to stick by her man "though thick and thin" or in this case "dumb and dumber"
snore...or at least that's what he's doing. me...i'm up pondering my next move.
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