We arrived back at the car after shopping around. The air between us was tense, hostile. The kind of tense when you know a relationship is nearing its end. “Do you want to eat anything before we head back home?” I asked. He was looking at his phone intently, not responding. “Hey,” I said more…
Why is being an adult so exhausting? Laundry (at least 2-3 loads to take into account clothes, bedsheets, and towels); deciding what to feed yourself and then either going out to get the food, paying for it to get delivered, or cooking it which also involves going out to the market to buy the ingredients…