The cause of misery

I am the cause of Madame’s misery. I made her cry again today. This is the second time within 7 days. This time it was because she thought I had abandoned our dinner plans for this evening. Instead I was in my room studying with headphones. I didn’t hear her come home. I found her in the living room with dinner finished and tears in her eyes. Last time it was because she hadn’t seen me in three days. Does any of this warrant crying? When we do eat dinner together, we sit in the living room and watch TV. She makes prepackaged meals, so it’s not like she goes to any great trouble to cook. Perhaps she is going through menopause? Did I mention that she hung up on me Sunday during a telephone conversation? I pay her 650 euros a month and am under no obligation to please her lonely whims. I digress.

I spent ALL Sunday at church. I went to a pentecostal mass/worship service, an evangelical prayer meeting, and a catholic prayer service. Things started at 8:30 and I didn’t get home until after midnight. Whoa.