From time to time I seem to feel gloomy, like when fall or winter comes. My ex-boyfriend is a perfect match to the seasons, always changing. Monday through Friday there is always something different about him. The good and bad things are his moods are that they often predictable.
Mondays are usually happy but slow like a summer sunset because it s the first day of the week and we are still recuperating from the weekend. It is like having two overgrown turtles in the house, ridiculously slow. We watch the Channel 11 News, which is funnier than the movie Austin Powers. I will also cook breakfast and select our clothes for the day. The rest of the day is usually quiet and peaceful, as if you were at a beach watching the waves curl like rollie pollies and listening to the birds squawk
Tuesday and Wednesday are the same routine, but we are usually more active. We are dressed early and out of the house before the neighborhood kids have to be at school. We run around, pay bills, and handle whatever else comes along as we go. I will always make sure that I am appropriately dressed for any occasion because once you are out with him; you must be prepared to stay outdoors and return home much later than expected.
Thursdays start his weekend, so he must find a reason to argue with me in order to hang out and do “Manish” things. His weekend does not include me, so we fight like cats and dogs. He parties as if it is New Year’s Eve while I sat at home like a couch potato.
Fridays come and it is either worse or equal to the Thursday situation, and he waits until late afternoon to dress. He is like a magic trick, one minute you see him the next minute you do not. Since he does not ask me to join him, I do not even bother to say anything. Most likely, I will not hear or see him until the next day; but as he would say, he is a grown man. I prayed everyday that the situation would get better, but I was just fooling myself. I was relieved of stress and pain when I decided to...