A few weeks pass. I've settled into being her pet. I don't mind it once I just...shut my mind off.
It's not so bad. I'm okay with it, y'know?
I was a little anxious, but it's fine.
Do you believe me?
Sometimes I think, if I felt all the lies I tell myself, I'd break into f*****g pieces.
I glance at the door, like always. She's not here now. I could go. I could leave.
I could... go.
I don't. I clean random things, folding her clothes. Then I stare at the TV. The blank screen soothes me.
Now I just wait till she gets home. She'll probably need me to make love to her today. I'm sure she'll be stressed. I guess I should cook her some food.
I get up and do that.
“I'm home," She calls.
Oh. She's in good mood. When she's in a good mood, she says I'm home. When she's in a bad mood she s
