So I ended up talking to him on his last break because my presentation this afternoon took way less time than anticipated. He commented on how well things seem to be going today. I told him that I didn’t want to bother him. He told me that he’s very lonely but doesn’t want to bother me. I told him I’m here, but he said he doesn’t want to ruin a good thing. Yeah, not talking hardly at all is a Very Good Thing. So I’m only speaking when spoken to and I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do when I get home. This is just killing me. And to make it even better – his boss is out today so he’s pretty well free and clear to talk to me any time he wants to. But he’s not. Cuz it’s better this way.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????
And after all of this today, he’s going to expect me to come home and want to have sex with him. After being essentially ignored. All fucking day.
There are so very many things I want to say to him right now. Nasty, hateful things. But I won’t. That wouldn’t be nice, and as we all know, it’s my prime directive to be nice. To him. That lousy fucking bastard who isn’t talking to me even though he says he misses me. If you miss someone, doesn’t it seem like maybe you’d take the opportunity to talk to that person?
Apparently not. And here’s the other thing that gets me – I’m working a little late tonight to accommodate a faculty member’s schedule. I won’t get home until after my usual time, he’s got time he could be talking right now, and yet… NO.
I have got to find some way to punish him. This is just completely unacceptable.