Tomfoolery.

Another drunk evening. Him. Not me.
8:01. Smashed. Passing out with the dog.
Slurring conversations.
Insistence on conversations that go no where.
Resistance to reason.
Steadfast in his intransigence.
I'm frozen in time, he says.
What do you mean? I ask.
He looks wistfully off.
"oh is this the elaine thing?"
Drunken foolishness.
I'm tired of this tomfoolishness.
I tell him so.
Ends with him doing the dishes and asking what am I going to do?
"I'm going to leave you." I say.
He leaves the house. I hope he's gone to his friends house so he's not outside, drunk and in the freezing cold.
I come to the computer. My heart in throat. Afraid.
Annoyed.
Angry.
Disdainful.
Relieved and a little triumphant.

He actually told me I could take another lover.
Jerk.

I also feel like a jerk.
I looked him in the eye tonight, (for the 2 seconds he'll make eye contact), and asked him if
he had aspherghers.
Maybe. He said.
I feel betrayed.