this morning #508.

this morning, the whole “love me/hate me” dynamic was eating at her normally dynamic personality, feeding her urge to purge her home of the progressively-pestering presence she shared it with. focusing on the “love me” part was hard enough. having to also think about why the guy who’d moved in with her had become such a self-loathing human stretched her patience thin. her days began with the dour way he carried himself & ended with him asleep in front of the tv, with self-deprecating comments sprinkled throughout the day. it wore her out & dragged her down, constantly having to attend to his melancholy. she just wanted to get back to the joy that brought them together.