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Thankless Routine
I understand that you can’t know exactly what is on my mind.
I can’t make you understand how badly my body aches and how sad I feel going to work. I have worked in the same job for years and I don’t have a single coworker who is close to me. I wonder if you think at least for a few minutes how hard it has been for me to be bored with nothing to do at times at work, and how I wish I didn’t feel stuck there.
I come home and I sigh when I see that the floors are in need of vacuuming and mopping. The bathtub is in need of a thorough cleaning. Maybe I should be used to cleaning the toilet every morning by now but I wish that you would offer to help. I move around the house to wipe the surfaces clean and to reorganize whatever happens to be lying around. I wish that I didn’t have to do this on top of my full-time job.
I don’t get a greeting from you.
You do come out to eat dinner when it’s prepared but you don’t look me in the eye once.
You retreat back to your room to engage in your hobbies while I wash the dishes and end up alone, brooding over the next day’s work.
I was told once that it was enough for one person to care; as long as I cared to keep a clean home and that all expenses are paid for, then it should be enough.
