love lost

“He took her for granted like she was part of the goddamn furniture. When she’d talk about her dead-end job at the library, he’d scroll through his phone like a zombie. When she wanted to check out some pretentious art exhibit downtown, he’d grunt about being busy with work. When she’d wake up screaming from nightmares, shaking like a leaf, he’d just tell her dreams were bullshit and roll over.”