Mrs Rogers

✨⭐️Six⭐️✨

Steve was up and gone before I got out of bed for his first day at work and I had a feeling he had done it deliberately so I wouldn't attempt to give him any breakfast again. Not something I'd try and do because I felt it would be pointless, it was really pissing me off that he washed the fucking place afterwards. It made no sense to me. It was like he was saying thanks but no thanks but in the most asshole way possible and I would have just preferred him to leave the food out on the counter, he could have at least just pretended he didn't see it.

I made dinner, it was a lovely melt in the mouth beef stew that I had slow cooked for ten hours and it was so delicious. I'd left a bowl out for him and whatever he didn't eat, I'd put in some tubs and freeze it for another day. Except he didn't come home until almost 9pm and at that point I had decided to have a have a hot bath and I stayed in there until I heard him go to bed. I dried off and got into my PJs in the bathroom and then went downstairs, seeing the untouched bowl and food out on the counter so I grabbed some plastic food tubs and got four filled with the stew before I put them in the freezer. I pulled out the dish from inside the slow cooker and washed it in the sink before I put everything away, making sure the kitchen was spotless before I headed up to bed.

He was flat out when I went up, which was good because it made me feel less awkward. I honestly felt more alone when he was home and awake than when he was out or asleep and I'd never ever felt alone in my own apartment before, so to feel that whilst living in a house with someone was so awful for me and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to process that at all because I'd never felt so excluded in all my life.

Tuesday came and he was up and out to work before I was dressed and again, he stayed out late and I ate dinner alone. When he came home, I was already in bed because it was almost ten pm and when I got up on Wednesday, there was the dinner I'd left out for him on the counter top, still wrapped up and untouched along with a carton of leftovers he'd obviously brought home from a restaurant. I don't even know why it made me cry, it was just food but I was seriously annoyed at the fact he'd paid for what looked like dry chicken and overly done vegetables instead of coming home and having home made Thai fishcakes with stir-fried vegetables and some sweet chilli sauce. I was a great cook and I knew I was so I couldn't understand what he was playing at and I simply boxed up the food I'd made and put it in the freezer.

Thursday I deliberately got up before him and made myself some toast, made myself a cup of coffee and sat on the couch. He came downstairs, didn't say a word and then headed out to work and it was honestly like I was invisible. At least in the office he would glare at me and I would have honestly taken a glare at this point, he was driving me to insanity and I had to force myself to not cry because I was literally on the verge.

He didn't even come home until 1am and I had to wonder where the fuck he had been, I was starting to feel like an actual wife who's husband was cheating on her and whilst I didn't really fucking care if he had found someone to have sex with, I didn't need it compromising my mission. I just pretended to be asleep when he came in and I decided that I was going to speak to him at the weekend because I couldn't fucking keep him in the house long enough to talk, I didn't care if he didn't respond to me but I was telling him he had to act like an adult and help me get this mission done, because right now I didn't see it happening at all.

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I made my way into town and I was thanking myself that I was wearing a black skater dress because it was so humid and icky outside, I was sweating my ass off and thankful nobody could see my sweat stains. I was headed to some little restaurant to meet up with Lauren and a few of her friends, it was a relief to get out of the house and actually have some conversation because I'd been going insane.