For some time this is genuinely what I thought Mark Ronson and Bruno Mars were on about in their song, but no.
Instead, I’ve decided it’s an accurate portrayal of my day. Especially because I am now in a funk from which I have no idea how to recover. Every word or action from my boyfriend has exacerbated it and I have now alienated him for the evening too.
Not ideal when I need him to reach out to me and fix this.
Not ideal when I blame him almost entirely for triggering this mood, but he still can’t understand why.
As such we’re sat in silence; I at the table, he slumped on the couch like a sad, pathetic shadow. Whatever his deficiencies, I know I am responsible for driving him to this state, just as he is responsible for mine.
Some would say we’re probably not meant to be…