After the restaurant show my puppy put on, we are going through a rough patch in our marriage.
Honestly, I don't know why he is so upset with me. All I did was support him unconditionally and remind him that there is a limit he cannot cross.
Nonetheless, our mundane life changed quite a bit. No more sleeping in the same bed. No more eating together. He won't even talk to me.
I know. I know. It's not his fault at all.
It's my fault for putting him in the vegetative state he is in- almost like an induced coma.
But what options did I really have?
He just won't cooperate with me and our new roommate, Damian. So I had to use a vitamin or two.
All he does these days is sit on the couch and stare.
At the wall.
At the floor.
At the TV, although I could swear he doesn't watch it. He just stares at it.
While my wife is in depression and I am working overtime, do you know who is the only one having a good time?
Yeah. I started to regret my decision of bringing him in the house.
