|When she first got sick but she's better now|
Ok, so the Woman has been sickly of late, but in the last week or so she's gotten a whole lot better, and is back to grumbling about not being able to fall asleep at night because she had caffeine too late in the day or she got caught up in surfing online too late. This had to be a relief to the Man, because with her just lounging around doing a lot of nothing, he had to do things for her, and finally she was doing everything for herself.
But then a few days ago she felt so good she decided to rearrange bedroom things, and after she had gotten everything out of this ugly and otherwise useless TV stand (that never had a TV on it, go figure) she bent over to pick it up, and all the sudden things were ouchy.
She hadn't even lifted it yet. She just...broke.
Now, nothing was broken-broken, or torn, or anything like that, just strained and ouchy. But it meant that she couldn't finish rearranging things herself.
Yep. The Man had to do it.
He didn't grumble about it or anything, he just did it. She sat in the living room, he finished the job for her. And then he took her out to dinner, because she was obviously not going to get off her asterisk and cook anything.
That must have been the final straw, because Saturday he left the house and he hasn't been back since. I'm not sure she knew what his intent was, because she actually kissed him and said “Have fun!” as he was headed out. Even the suitcase he left with didn't clue her in.
So here's it's Monday and he hasn't come back, and I don't think she realizes that. She's doing all the things she normally does, like sit there in her chair and play online, watch TV, eat crap, and tell me over and over that it's not time to eat yet when it's clear that I am hungry.
At first, I just thought he was heading out to pass gas, and she even said something about him learning new gas passing things, but he always comes back the next morning. Always. And he gives us crunchies when he comes home, and then opens a can of stinky goodness before he goes to bed.
Yesterday and today...we had to rely on the Woman to get up and feed us. And let me tell you, she does NOT get up in time for breakfast.
I'm not sure what point we make her realize the Man hasn't come home and she might be the reason why. I mean, sure, it's not her fault for getting sick, but a guy can only take so much.
We might all be doomed. I'm pretty sure he's the one who bought all my food. I kinda need him.
I think I'm gonna go treat something of hers to a toothy death.