Realization

Today I realized that there is no one who loves me more than they love themselves. I mean, how miserable is that. I ran out of medications last night and gave Robert the last tylenol. Today, he pulls two tylenol from his coat pocket. Did he ask if I needed medication? No, of course not. He took them. Didn't ask. Didn't care. And I thought he really loved me, but no one does.