Misunderstood (Retard continued)

“You’re right. I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Why the hell would you want to move out into the middle of nowhere?”

“I don’t like my life here.”

“Then why did you spend the last ten years working for it?”

“Exactly.”

“I swear to God the longer I know you the less sense you make.” She grabbed her coat. “Are you ready to go?”

“It’s going to be exactly the same as last year.”

“You’re always saying how lonely you are. Now’s your chance to be around people.”

He held back from telling her that it was when he was with people that he felt the most alone, because that’s when he felt the least understood. He had tried to explain it to her several times before.

“Fine.” She slammed the door behind her.

He took off his tie and sat down. The dog came up beside him with her ears cautiously down. He looked down at her and patted her head.

“It’s okay retard, mommy still loves you, she’s just mad at me.”