A bad night
A terrible time with Sunny last night. Several times I asked him to pack before supper so we could relax and watch a film afterwards. ‘I always leave things ‘til the last minute.’ ‘I’ll do it after supper.’ ‘Don’t tell me what to do.’ He’s hungry so I tell him to go down and I’ll pack his case. I don’t want to be kept awake by him packing in the middle of the night. He storms off telling me I’m selfish and that I should let him do it. I have asked him often enough.
When I’m drifting off to sleep he asks where is his charger is. I can’t remember. He is furious. The I remember he lent me one and give it to him. He refuses it and starts to unpack the suitcase looking for it. He is telling me what a selfish f*cking c*nt I am, repeatedly. He had told me not to pack his bag. Why couldn’t I leave it to him? I remember that I haven’t packed any of his chargers. They are all on his bedside table I tell him. I put my ear plugs in. I am profoundly sad and full of self pity.