Reflection on a marriage
Nov 5 · 2 min read
He always leaves a mess in the sink. Hair in the bathroom, coffee grounds in the kitchen (at least he cleaned out the French press, I tell myself as consolation). No thought to the person using it next, just the task at hand: shaving, caffeinating. He doesn’t notice if he leaves piss or shit on the toilet — how does it even get there, anyway? I never understand. He’s a caveman grunting his way through his bodily needs, yet he’s embarrassed of…

