Monday July 31, 2017
I ask you for the hundredth time to change the fucking towels in the bathroom. I can smell the dog from here. We don’t have one, it’s just the smell that towels get when they are left wet on the floor and then hung too late. The worst part of being in this asshole bed is the smell of the towels. It’s not the bedsore mind game shit stain nightmare. It’s the fucking towels. I beg you, tears pooling on the pillow and you “UH HUH” me and you’re not listening. You’re not listening.
“YOU’RE NOT LISTENING!” I scream the loudest sound I’ve ever screamed, louder than thunder and childbirth.
I hear your feet padding up the stairs.