I woke up today two hours earlier than usual to make breakfast for me and my husband, Skittery.
As I stand in the kitchen making breakfast, I hear footsteps making their way to the kitchen.
"Why are you being so loud?" Skittery asks in a somewhat harsh voice.
"Sorry, I was just trying to make us breakfast," I say, confused as to why he was talking to me this way.
"Well, can you be quieter? Some of us have to go to work, " He asks harshly, walking out of the kitchen.
"Um, ok..." I say, more so to myself than to my husband.
I finish making our breakfast as quietly as I can, plating it and placing it on the table, taking a picture to send to my best friend Sarah.
I hear Skittery reenter the dining room, and he quickly grabs his jacket before turning to leave, not even acknowledging the food I made.
"Hey baby- wait, you're leaving already? But I made breakfast!" I say
"I gotta go, I'm gonna be late for work." He states, not even looking at me.
"Seriously? Are you even going to say anything to me?" I ask, pissed beyond all belief.
"Bye," He states bluntly, walking out the front door and locking it.
I roughly sit at the table, almost breaking the chair from how roughly I sat down.
I feel a few stray tears fall down my face, and I wipe them off quickly.
I head out of the house to pick up a package from a small shop downtown, and I receive a text on the way home.
🩶Skitts🩶
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