After supper, I washed dishes while my husband watched television. As usual, I work, and you play. I worry, and you relax. I care, and you don’t. You feel good; I hurt. Damn you. I walked through the living room several times, purposely blocking his view of the television and secretly flashing him hateful looks. He ignored me.
So bitter and so hyperaware of the bitterness - more bitterness ensues.
