Your Love Is A Lie
You Can Hide Behind Your Stories
He heads upstairs and prepares for bed. He brushes his teeth and changes into pajamas, tired from work and not ready to hassle with her again. As he sits straight up on the mattress, she breathes.
"Look, I didn't do anything, okay? Stop being so stiff. I just went out with some of my girlfriends." She has the nerve to lie to his face, he thinks.
"Whatever. I don't want to deal with it right now." He turns over and tries to sleep as he turns out the light.
She presses her story for at least another few minutes. After a while, she falls silent.
"Look, I didn't do anything, okay? Stop being so stiff. I just went out with some of my girlfriends." She has the nerve to lie to his face, he thinks.
"Whatever. I don't want to deal with it right now." He turns over and tries to sleep as he turns out the light.
She presses her story for at least another few minutes. After a while, she falls silent.