the tupperware sits on the table. a monument to her once love. the macaroni stains still present months later. she tried many moons to forget him. sitting on my couch with a bottle of whiskey, i just let her drown. there are no words i can say to make this all right. i've tried. so i helplessly watch her sink further into despair. when she's not looking i throw away the tupperware bowl. one less thing to remember him by. he isn't even worth the whiskey, but she won't see it that way. i cannot wait until tomorrow. maybe then i can convince her the sun will shine again. now i just listen. reassure her that she's done nothing wrong and he's just a jerk. she says some men are, but so are some women. i keep the latter part of that sentence to myself.