Because the first thing you do when you walk in the door is say something judgemental.
(HOW many hours have you been on the computer? No, today. How many?)
(I just finished going to the gym. cleaning the kitchen. Folding your laundry. Writing a song.)
Because I ask how your night was and you ignore me.
Because you're drunk.
Because your snap judgements and lack of a greeting remind me how easily you forget that I am precious to you (you say, occasionally).
Because I can tell that you're not having as good of a time with me as you were at the party you went to without me.
Because I can tell that you blame me for this, for coming home.
Because I know that subconsciously, you tried to upset me when you walked in the door
So that the atmosphere would turn a little colder
So that my responses to your questions would be a little shorter
So that you could feel like I bring down your good mood
and that it's my fault.
So that you could take off your clothes and climb into bed, across the room, without saying another word.
What I don't know, is why.
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