she complains about me being a soul-less emotionless robot for years and then as soon as I go and do something wilful and emotional (car parked in driveway), something that expresses the rage she has been asking me to stop bottling up for years, then I’m pathetic. She gives up.
It’s a funny old world. I guess if she never loved me in the first place then I have lost nothing really, as my love for her was unrequited, hence predicated on a false premise, as a lawyer may say. It’s funny to see her try to hurt me these last two weeks. If it had just been one or two acts it would’ve been successful but the constant barrage of hatred has inured me to the whole process. I love her, she loves me not. So it goes, as Mr Vonnegut would say.