Why do I even fucking bother...

This past week was so peaceful...big boy was out of the office...
Well, today he is back. I went into the kitchen this morning to refill my water, and there he was...

He had brought in bagels, so while cutting mine, I thanked him for them...he didn't even look at me, he responded with a 'um-hum' kind of noise...that was it...nothing else. Now of course everyone else who walked into the kitchen he was all loud and flamboyant with...fuck him.

He makes me so angry and upset. I don't know why I let him get to me, but right now my stomach is in knots and I feel like I am going to throw up...I really hate this place when he is here...if only he could be on vacation every week.