August 31st, 2020 @ 7:15 pm
picture it: NYC, the year 2020, 6:45PM
i’m finally finished with work(ing from home) for the day, and i go downstairs to sit on the couch.
my boyfriend is on the couch, in the dark, on his phone (AGAIN, he’s like a fucking woman) and starts bitching that it’s his “quiet time”.
i complain i didn’t to be upstairs anymore, i was up there all day… he sat there bitching about how he wanted to be there left in peace… that it was his relaxing time. i am now stuck upstairs in my room, because i didn’t feel like sitting in the dark in silence in the living room.
i fucking hate this pandemic and being stuck in the house all the time. this is making me loathe being at home and around the same person all the time. i never wanted to live with someone i dated again for a long ass time, yet here we are and it’s a million times worse because of having to stay in. my patience is wearing very thin.
please grant me the patience, universe.