So, these days, it feels like she’s got a speed dial for anger, you know? So I’m sitting here thinking, “Am I just not enough?” Maybe I’m not her dream partner, but she’s stuck with me either ways.
In the quiet corners of our shared space, where laughter used to echo and warmth lingered, a subtle shift had occurred. The air felt a bit heavier these days, and her smiles seemed to carry an unspoken weight. It was as if she’d programmed her emotions on a speed dial for anger, and I found myself caught in the crossfire of her frustrations.
The shift wasn’t sudden; it was more like a gradual fading of the colours that once painted our relationship vibrant. Little things started to matter more than they should.
And the reminders about my forgetfulness? Yeah, they hit harder than that time I got roasted at Sidmach. I’m just constantly embarrassed about my life, you know? And I swear, she thinks my jobless status is like the cherry on top of her annoyance sundae.
Feels like I’m in the same league as the people she’d normally throw shade at. But she can’t just say, “Hey, you’re annoying me.” So, she keeps it on the down-low.
Sometimes, the way she looks at me, man, it’s like she wants me to vanish into thin air. Like, “Are you for real? Can’t you do any better?” I’m not even shocked by her irritated vibes anymore. It’s just me and my thoughts chilling here.
No big deal, right? Just a significant other without a job, and definitely not topping any attractiveness charts. So, yeah, move along now, nothing groundbreaking happening here!
