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my king-size bed is mine alone. he sleeps in a chair with his feet blocking the door. i tiptoe past them on the way to the bathroom and give him the finger. later, on my way to the kitchen for a soda, i mouth the words "i HATE you" at his head. sometimes, i pretend to drop kick him or flick boogers in his gaping mouth. but, quietly. i do not want to wake him. i am not ready to fake a smile. i am not ready to kiss him goodbye when he leaves for work, wiping my lips with the back of my hand when he's left the room. so i tiptoe and keep the t.v. low and let the asshole sleep. |