What happened?

            I woke up today at 5 p.m. I had laundry I needed to do. I needed a shower to wash off all the negativity I had from the talk we had. I was also still sick. I texted Good morning to him. After that, I started to get my clothes together. I went down to the laundry room and sorted out my clothes into three separate piles. As I was washing my clothes I was watching Psych. Little did I know, my phone upstairs was receiving a text, from who? None other than “Babe” as it said in my phone, but I never knew until I was done with my laundry. Morning. That was it. Okay, he was still mad, I thought. I never know when he stops being mad. We Skyped, but as usual, he never really pays attention to me. I listen. He says, to back himself up every time we talk. Yeah, but you never see. I accidently showed him the title and later he wanted me to read it all to him. I sighed, you will never forgive me, I thought. After I read the whole thing I saw his face. I couldn’t tell if he was listening or if he was too soaked up in his game.

Note: He continues to play his game or whatever he’s doing without knowledge that I just want him to talk about nonsense. I do it all the fucking time. That’s how I keep it interesting. He’s just not a talkative person. I wonder if he knows that I’m writing about him right now. Probably. He’s not glancing my way or saying anything. I think he knows. Oh well, who cares anymore. After this he’ll probably want me to tell him everything I’ve written down since then. Then again, I don’t think he’s noticed that I’ve been typing, but looking at him. I can do that ya know? Now he’s noticing me, he knows what I’m typing apparently. He knows that I’m typing behind his back. He wants me to say it. There’s something I want to tell him, but he’s not paying attention.