July 3rd 2017
Today Alice and I got into a big argument. She stormed out and left the house. I don’t know where she is now. I haven’t asked.
I don’t know where she is.
The argument was about three things (the only three things that we ever argue about). Money, chores, and the fact that she’s not read the novel that I wrote for her four years ago.
And she shouted. And I didn’t. And she cried. And I didn’t. And she said that I clearly don’t care. And I told her that I didn’t.
And she left.
This is usually the kind of thing that I would leave off of this blog. Instead of telling the truth about the main thing that happened with my day, I’d’ve written some bullshit about the run that I did, or what I had for dinner. But that’s fake.
This daily blog is supposed to be a representation of where I am in my life at any given time, so that I can look back and know what happened on that day. Good or bad.
Until tomorrow, this day was a bad day.