Saturday, frightful Saturday. in So Far Away

We woke up early, replayed the night before and then fell back to sleep.
Around 11am, he rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.
I got up and started a late breakfast, waffles, bacon, and eggs.
We ate quickly, and he said he needed to run some errands.
I asked him if he’d like me to join him, and he declined.
I tried not to let that bother me, but it did.
He left shortly after this, and I went about trying to distract myself.
Distracting myself was an utter failure, but I really did try.
He had left the house around noon, and 4pm was creeping up a little too fast.
I sent a message asking if he went to another country to run errands.
45 minutes later, he responded “No, just helping Genevieve with a few things.”
I like Genevieve, now I’m a little more annoyed I wasn’t able to tag along.
I didn’t respond to that, I was too frustrated and I didn’t want to fight.
He didn’t get home until 7:30pm, and wasn’t hungry for dinner because he already ate.
I held back my snarky attitude, because I didn’t want to push him further away.
I ate something small, and he said he wanted another shower.
I chided him a little, saying that taking two showers in one day was excessive.
He shrugged and excused himself to do so anyway.
I sulked a bit, but then decided that I’d surprise him by joining him.
The door was locked, so I went back to sulking in the bedroom with a glass of wine.
He joined me in bed after his shower, and we watched something on TV until he fell asleep.
I was half asleep when his phone lit up, and I tried to ignore it.
Not too long after, and it lit up again.
I leaned over to read the notification, but it just said he had 4 new text notifications.
I tried to unlock his phone, something I’ve never done before. I was unsuccessful.
This was eating at me all night, and I was beginning to feel as if I were losing my mind.
This festered with me for weeks, as he continued to get late night text messages that I didn’t have access to.