this morning #1900.

this morning, it would’ve been great if, when i got up, a hearty breakfast was waiting on the table for me. nope. not the case. not these days. not in this house. not when my spouse insists on giving me the cold shoulder like she has been for going on two weeks now. i see no end in sight. not if i don’t apologize, which i’m not going to do. i’m not to blame for the way that altercation at the gas station played out. didn’t properly defend her honor? c’mon now. i think i dealt with it just fine. expressed my frustration. said my piece but it wasn’t like i was going to fight that guy. for being the bigger man, now i have to make my own meals? don’t know how long i’ll be able to deal with this injustice. i can only eat so much pizza.