When you consider that I got home at 7.30 pm and made it quite clear that I did not want to spend time with him, instead of going to bed around 10.30 which is usual for him on a Saturday night (cos he’s tired having gone to work and only had a 3 hour afternoon nap) he stayed up until 12.40am.
Now, he will say he watched a film or somesuch, but it feels like something else…
He is going out…to look at a boat apparently, but still with fucking hope in his heart! I have been cold with him the last week or so, I cannot bring myself to spend time with him. I told him I am having counselling and my eyes opened (not quite true to be honest) to prepare him for the day I call him out for the horrible, selfish manipulator he is.
Who the hell goes about the house singing and whistling and being so happy when their partner is incredibly unhappy and the cause is them? Who? Not anyone who really cares about their partner surely?
Sara's Narcissus and Other Stories 