why am i a bitter old man trapped in a loveless marriage?
ronald just told me, not five minutes ago, that i need to go to bed earlier. apparently, i awake him from his peaceful slumber every single night. it must be all the careful tip-toeing. also, I'm supposedly the cause of his floundering math grade.
a sampling:
**awkward silence as ron sits in his chair looking at me, and I know he's looking at me wanting to say something, he just hasn't yet mustered the courage.**
(finally) Ron: umm, Steven? Can you go to bed earlier during the week?
Steven: What
Ron: Like not during the weekends, that's okay, but during the week can you go to bed earlier? Because I'm not getting enough sleep.
Steven: Umm, well, no. I mean, I always leave when you go to bed, and I can go to the library or whatever, but it's pretty unreasonable to expect for us to both go to bed at the same time.
Ron: Yeah, but umm like I just need my sleep. Like, I couldn't even focus in class today, and my math teacher was just like... *mumbles/trails off*
Steven: Well, I try to be as quiet as possible when I come back to the room, but uh, that's all I can really do. I just go to bed later than you. I can't do it any earlier.
*silence*
*Ron turns his music back up*
SO FUCKING AWKWARD I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE
also, let's recall that last night, when I was banging pots over Ron's head as he tried to catch some Z's, we had another passive agressive, unspoken, air conditioning dispute. As per usual, I went to turn it on low right before I get in bed. Then I walk to the bathroom to turn the light off. As I'm coming back into the room, I see Ron's little silhouette against the window, reaching down to adjust the AC. I stand in the bathroom, pretending to busy myself until he gets back in bed. Then I walk back into the room, climb in bed, and find that the AC is still on. But his plan was more long-term than I thought: 20 minutes later, assuming he thought I was asleep, Ron vaults out of bed, goes the window and turns off the AC.
As I'm lying in bed wondering if this is actually fucking happening, I start to get really fucking hot. I throw off my comforter, I get naked, and then I'm like "what if I roll around tonight and Ron wakes up to my naked ass?" And then I smile and realize that he brought this upon himself. He deserves to see my pale ass first thing in the morning. And I sincerely hope he did.
I'd like to quote Angelina Jolie from Mr. and Mrs. Smith, if I may: "There's just this huge space between us. And it keeps filling up with everything we don't say to each other."
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a sampling:
**awkward silence as ron sits in his chair looking at me, and I know he's looking at me wanting to say something, he just hasn't yet mustered the courage.**
(finally) Ron: umm, Steven? Can you go to bed earlier during the week?
Steven: What
Ron: Like not during the weekends, that's okay, but during the week can you go to bed earlier? Because I'm not getting enough sleep.
Steven: Umm, well, no. I mean, I always leave when you go to bed, and I can go to the library or whatever, but it's pretty unreasonable to expect for us to both go to bed at the same time.
Ron: Yeah, but umm like I just need my sleep. Like, I couldn't even focus in class today, and my math teacher was just like... *mumbles/trails off*
Steven: Well, I try to be as quiet as possible when I come back to the room, but uh, that's all I can really do. I just go to bed later than you. I can't do it any earlier.
*silence*
*Ron turns his music back up*
SO FUCKING AWKWARD I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE
also, let's recall that last night, when I was banging pots over Ron's head as he tried to catch some Z's, we had another passive agressive, unspoken, air conditioning dispute. As per usual, I went to turn it on low right before I get in bed. Then I walk to the bathroom to turn the light off. As I'm coming back into the room, I see Ron's little silhouette against the window, reaching down to adjust the AC. I stand in the bathroom, pretending to busy myself until he gets back in bed. Then I walk back into the room, climb in bed, and find that the AC is still on. But his plan was more long-term than I thought: 20 minutes later, assuming he thought I was asleep, Ron vaults out of bed, goes the window and turns off the AC.
As I'm lying in bed wondering if this is actually fucking happening, I start to get really fucking hot. I throw off my comforter, I get naked, and then I'm like "what if I roll around tonight and Ron wakes up to my naked ass?" And then I smile and realize that he brought this upon himself. He deserves to see my pale ass first thing in the morning. And I sincerely hope he did.
I'd like to quote Angelina Jolie from Mr. and Mrs. Smith, if I may: "There's just this huge space between us. And it keeps filling up with everything we don't say to each other."
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