She doesn't understand

She doesn't understand how I feel and probably never will. 

I asked hey "What are you making for dinner?

She replies "It's on the stove"

I see grease and bones of s**t that I don't care for nor will I dare to eat. 

I don't know what she's trying to pull here, but it's not funny nor will it ever be. 

She lies on the couch i'm disgusted with her. 

I don't have a care for her, but yet I dislike her and her fat that hangs from her body, its sickens me. 

However until I leave its just what I have to deal with. 

I'll just lock my door come out until needed like to pee or drink and eat, lastly just leave which is awesome!