|You're Only Lonely|
May 25, 2004
H got home around 5:15. But so far, except for the TV set to the Mets game on in the kitchen, i could very well believe i'm still alone. He asked why the lamppost wasn't installed, and how was the dog. But he didn't want to hear the story about Panache and the rabbit. Nor has he paid the slightest attention to her.
She was outside when he came home, and he didn't bother to go out and play or even greet. If it hadn't started raining, she'd probably STILL be outside, and he probably still wouldn't have even said hello to her. But he 'needed' this dog. Uh huh.
He said the trip was fine, he saw his father's headstone, and the Met game was great on Friday. He wished he'd gone to Sunday's too.
That is the full extent of our conversation since he came home 2 hours ago. Any attempts on my part to continue the conversation have been ignored. The first thing he did, before even saying Hi to me, was turn on his computer and get on ICQ.
I even ate dinner by myself. He said he wasn't hungry, and i was. So, i ate, then made up his plate and put it in the fridge. He still hasn't eaten.
I may as well be alone. Except it's less lonely when i am alone. Wish he'd've stayed in NYC.