Guess I’ll go by the mall on my way to it.
Hopefully the truck doesn’t break down again.
Alice:
Ugh, yeah I’d normally tell you just to go in and grab the clothes, but considering he’s being so weird, I’d say don’t do it.
Me:
Yeah, and he’s locked the door, so I’d have to pick it.
Alice:
And you pay rent, and he doesn’t, and he’s doing that.
I’m sorry. I wish I could help more.
Me:
You’re so very helpful and I’m sorry to worry you.
Alice:
It’s less that you worry me, and more that I worry about you.
HE worries me.
Me:
I know. Ugh. Why can’t he just realize what he has and stop fucking it up?
(I know that’s not how it works)
Alice:
Wouldn’t it be nice if it were?
I dunno. I’m not wild about you being in an apartment alone with him.
Timmy emerges briefly, muttering under his breath as he hunts for his phone and charger.
“Fuck you,” he spits. “I’m making arrangements to leave. I can’t wait to be away from you, you dumb cunt.”
I stay silent, sitting on the bed and refusing to engage.
Me:
I’m considering not going to this interview.
I don’t want to leave the house with everything I paid for in here.
I don’t want him fucking off with all the things I worked hard to be able to buy.
Alice:
UGH WHY IS HE RUINING YOUR LIFE??
Why does his life suck so much that he has to drag down yours?