The End of Our Marriage

“How was your day?” I ask, “Fine,” You walk away. “How are you feeling?” I question, “Okay,” You sigh and go upstairs. “Do you want a hug?” I smile, “No, I’m late!” You rush out the door. “What time will you be home?” I phone, “Eat without me, I have no idea.” You hang up. “Do you want to go to the movies this weekend?” I wonder, “I can’t, the game’s on,” You mumble. “Are you sure you still love me?” I whisper, “Don’t be silly! Now where’s my food?” You read the paper. “Can I have a kiss?” I cook, “I have reports to work on,” You eat. “Don’t you find me attractive anymore??” I wash dishes, “Of course, chubby, now go get my laundry done,” You fart. “Do you enjoy spending time with me?” I fold clothes, “Don’t bother me, the game just started,” You sip beer. “What time are you coming to bed?” I wipe my eyes, “Damn it! You made me miss the call!” You turn up the volume. “Where have you been?” I roll over, “Shhh, just to the bar with some friends,” You burp. “Who was that on the phone?” I yawn, “No one, a wrong number,” You blush. “Why don’t you talk to me anymore?” I dust, “Can’t I have some peace and quiet!” You roar. “Are you having an affair?” I sob, “I don’t have to tell you everything I do!” You scream. “What are you doing?” You ask, “Packing my clothes,” I awake. “You’re nothing without me!” You shout, “I’ve been nothing WITH you!” I smile, and walk out the door.