Chapter 5: Keeping TidyHe’s stopped talking to me. It makes me angry because I can’t believe he’s so pathetic that a little rejection can turn him so sour. It also makes me angry because I hadn’t realized just how much I liked to be annoyed by him. I stare at him all the time, even when he knows that I am because I want him to talk to me again. I want him to ask his stupid questions and make his stupid jokes and ask me to put on his f*****g shirt stays because he can’t work the clasps and I have to suffer and watch him struggle and fail every morning, sometimes even casting aside his cufflinks if he’s having a bad morning.
I don’t shave his face anymore either, and I can tell that his beard has gone patchy again, much to my irritation. I bite my tongue, though, because that’s what an exce
