men are gonna men

In the end we all just want someone who chooses us, every time, in any circumstances. Imagine a global pandemic, the man whose been saying he loves you for a year wants you and your daughter at his safer place. A week in he tells at bedtime that his plutonic female sometimes housemate, breaking virus exposure self-isolation to pick up things, is not leaving. He will not take a stand, so you instigate the three person row that ensues, in which she tells a different story. You quickly become the problem and are thrown out with his harshest words and scorn. Hindsight his remarks through the day tell that he knew how it would play out. So hard to straighten the crown and move on, muster the fortitude on all fronts in this challenging time.