the couch

It hurts not having someone give themselves to you 100% when you are giving 110%- “Did you see that shot? God that was an amazing goal!” He shouted as he nudged my shoulder a bit too hard in excitement. I pumped at the air with my fist balled up, “ wooo” . I didn’t really care about the game I was only there because I thought we were going to talk tonight about our relationship or rather the lack there-of. He promised me change; he promised me that we would make an attempt to fix ‘us’. I was sitting aloof on the couch. I really wanted to curl up in bed and cry, but here I was fist in the air, ‘woo-ing’ at every goal. He turned to me and smiled, leaned over and kissed my forehead. “It’s great being here with you.” He said quickly, then he picked up his bottle of PBR took a swig and started yelling at the television about an unfair penalty call. I fake a smile and rest my head on his shoulder. I really should change careers and become an actress.