this morning #1120.

this morning, bending over backwards was, in so many words, failing to fix the issue. i straightened up my spine, brushed the pile of folded clothes aside with a sweep of my hand. right onto the floor. left them there. screamed into the void. from now on, they can take care of their own damn laundry. their foolishly aloof attitude has grown stale. this relationship should be a two-way street but they don’t seem to see that. while i was still collecting myself, they called. i didn’t want to pick up but they never call. why now? what if it was an emergency? i picked up. without even so much as a “hi, my love,” they asked me for a favor. i soon knew just how much smashing it takes to break an iphone.