Oh Darling

What the hell was going on? He was pacing up and down the floor, wondering when she would be coming home, but he knew she wouldn't. For some reason he was kind of upset. He knew why he left, he knew she was tired of hanging around, but damnit! He needed his own fucking freedom too! If she wouldn't live with that, then he could live without her. He'd obviously have to live with that, since she probably wasn't coming home. Oh well, better get used to it. He picked up the cat and considered what he now would do.