Who is going to do this when I’m gone? he asks while closing a cabinet behind me. It is not as kindhearted in tone as before. It is more abrupt. And vertigo inducing. He has started to say things that he knows and I know but we have never really said aloud. Isn’t it obvious why you’re like this? You didn’t have a real childhood, so now you are lashing out. But at night, there is still cuddling.
