As if either one of us were happy (person)
See all of As if either one of us were happy
, no other writeups in this node.
Sat Aug 12 2000 at 6:05:02
I didn't miss one sunset
but he never
sat through one with me. In a wooden chair on a wooden deck it felt like I was adrift, it was easy to look out over the big flat dimming backyard and see it as a quiet ocean. Quiet was good. I watched the
blacken to a crisp under the sinking fire. You could watch it disappearing by degrees.
These were star quality sunsets and Montana was used to them.
Not impressed anymore
, which I understand, but he hadn't had any sunsets with
and I thought maybe that would be enough to make it worthwhile but it was not. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I just know I was never crucial there in any way.
Before we went to bed he would put on a cd and
he never asked
what I wanted to listen to
I never spoke up
. I wanted to see how many times he wouldn't ask. He always set the volume slightly too loud, and he always said There, perfect, and leaped into bed grinning like he was proving something, as if either one of us were happy.
One night he made dinner which came with a big loud fuss about how great he was for
cooking for me
. He was serious,
he wanted extra credit
. How much further did he think that would get him? I was already in his bed. Did he think I might start telling him stories, or enjoying his?
So he was making lamb something and bragging about how spicy it was going to be. I don't like spicy I said. He said Gonna burn your tongue off and laughed and scraped another wet lump of curry out of the jar. I watched him angling over the meat on the counter, dead, and knew what things had become.
That night I crawled out from under his heavy sweaty arm
and snuck downstairs
. With my fingers. The berries crushed tartly together and the juice shone in the refrigerator light. It may have been the best pie of my life. I ate it slowly. I wanted something to savor.
I like it!
If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
It's so easy to say you cried yourself to sleep. It's so hard to do.
I wanted to see how many times he wouldn't ask.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
You're missing it
Ruined lives of lesser girls
Until death do us part
Lean on Me
April 16, 2007
Pedestrian Traffic 3
naked before you
One Crazy Summer
So, You Bought a Child Sex Doll.
Honeybee Language and Wittgenstein
Ludwig van Beethoven
Tempo in chess
US Copyright for Recipes
How to run a roleplaying game
Justin Trudeau's Whacky Indian Adventure
It has been claimed that some or all of this article or section is incoherent and not understandable, and should possibly be reworded if the intended meaning can be determined
I'm going to have to ask you to leave
February 22, 2018
Everything2 ™ is brought to you by Everything2 Media, LLC. All content copyright © original author unless stated otherwise.
We're sneaking up on you.