~nestling~ Posted June 26, 2009 Share Posted June 26, 2009 They've done it again. Guest round for dinner. Not telling me. I hear, just now, at the last minute, through the door, her talking about it to him and the little one. Like I don't exist. No food for me. I can't afford to go out and buy anything else, a takeaway. I shopped for the week. I would have bought something for tonight to have in my room, a sandwich or salad, if I'd known. Usually they write it on the calender, so I know. But not this time. [it has happened before] This is my flatmates I'm talking about. Woe betide me if I get hungry. All the food I have in here is a bag of dried tropical fruit. And some water. And we've a kitchen dining room, so I can't go and make anything once they've all settled. AND she's really angry, about some bill thing. Only loosely connected with me. But she'll take it out on me. Ignoring me like this is her spiteful way of doing that, I guess. I'm not going out there. Even though the guest isn't here yet. Could be any moment now. I heard through the door. Best be quiet, invisible... Other me can look after me, take away my anger from me. Dangerous. Ugh. I HATE this. But I'm still wary of moving to a place of my own. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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