Taken for granted

Sometimes I think about leaving my wife. I think she takes me for granted – every night she goes out and comes drunk and acidic from white wine, and I once found pictures of another man on her phone. She seems to assume that whatever she does I’ll still be here, in my chair in front of the television or asleep in our bed. But then, I haven’t left her yet, so she might be right.

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