My husband left me on Saturday. He was watching his fav. football team play on tv in the living room while I was in the bedroom watching my own show of choice. I could tell his team wasn't playing very well and that was causing him to be in a really really bad mood. The term "It's only a game" is totally lost on him.
He stomped through the apt. mumbling something I couldn't understand and before I knew it he was gone. Besides work, we never go anywhere without being together. And we certainly never leave without telling the other where we are going.
I had no idea where he went. Or if he was going to come back. It was a feeling that I never want to experience again.
Half an hour later he walked in with pizza. I could have slapped him. (But ate the pizza instead.)