You know how some days, however much you want to fight on you just wonder why it's worth it. I feel this could be my last ever entry, but I've thought that before and as with then I doubt it will be as I don't believe I even have the ability to do that properly. This has got to be some kind of hell where there is no escape and no improvement. It's a perpetual punishment for once upon a time having a bit of fun where I shouldn't.
He came in tonight and got right in my face, gave me his death stare while holding his hand out, his finger tips almost touching my belly and asked, "Where are they?"
Of course I knew to what he was referring as I'd spent all afternoon looking for one of them without any success. I looked at his little beady eyes grossly enlarged by the lenses of his glasses. If he didn't wear them I could easily have stuck my fingers in to eyes. I think he knows when I'm thinking evil thoughts because he always does something to take the moment away from me.
He puts his dirty washing in the basket behind the bathroom door. From there I take it down and put it in the machine to be washed. I then take it out when done and hang it up to dry in the drying room next door. Once dry I iron everything and fold it the way I've been shown and then take it back to the flat and put neatly away in his wardrobe draws. Now, you tell me how I could not see there was a missing sock when I paired them, folded and put them away in the top draw of his wardrobe? I can see how a pair of socks could in theory go missing, but not one. I even hang them on the line in pairs so they are sorted and I have never had just one sock on it's own. So now I'm thinking that he has deliberately hidden it or it was lost before I started doing the washing.
"It's not here." I replied calmly, knowing full well I wouldn't be allowed to stay in a state of calm for long.
"What do you mean it's not here, of course it's dam well here! Have you even looked for it?"
"Yes of course I've looked for it, I've spent all afternoon looking for it."
"So where is it then?"
"I don't know, and what's more I don't give a flying fuck anymore, I'll buy you another pair of pissing socks if they mean that much to you!"
Of course I couldn't as I don't have any money, but that would never have been good enough for him anyway.
"You need to learn some responsibility you do. You are in charge of the washing, and not only has your careless attitude led to my property being lost, you don't even give a dam about it. Stupid imbecile child!"
With that said he pushed me to one side and marched in to my room. I follow, unsure what comes next. He opened my underwear draw and then closes it before opening the one next to it with my own socks in it. I thought at first he was looking in there for his missing sock. He then proceeds to take each pair out in turn, throwing one sock of each pair across the room and placing the other on top of the chest of draws. He did this until the draw was empty then picked up the socks that he'd placed on the top of my chest of draws and started to walk off with them.
"Right, now lets see how carefree you feel about only having one sock to wear!"
"Oh! Get this dam room tidied up before you come down to dinner, just because you yourself are an absolute disgrace doesn't mean your room has to be. There's people who would be glad of a room like this to keep tidy."
My room was spotless as it always is until he walked in to it and started throwing things around. With that he walked off leaving me with no will to live. He knew full well I wouldn't have time to tidy this mess up and still get down in time for dinner.
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