I don't know which is more frustrating, Michael's presence or his absence. When he was still in jail, I missed every fiber of him. I craved his presence and touch so much that I thought I couldn't survive without him.
I did survive. He is out, but everything has changed. The charming man I used to love has become a shadow of himself. I find everything about him now irritating.
His presence in the house crawls under my skin. I have even started noticing some annoying traits I never knew he had. An example is the way he used to laugh, until tears started sliding down his face. I find it strange whenever he does it. Why would anyone be laughing and crying at the same time? Isn't that awkward?
As if the universe wants to punish me for having such thoughts, he suddenly bursts into that same type of laughter.
