Dipstick loved spider plants.
I did not.
However because I wanted him to be happy I brought one for him.
It grew and grew and grew.
It became the green monster living in our bathroom.
When dipstick left he requested custody of said green monster.
At this point for some reason I decided I love the spider plant more than life it’s self.
I have brought it with me to new bathroom in new house share.
I’m looking at it now.
I hate again.
I’ve stopped watering it.
I’m slightly worried that I’m torturing a plant.
What does that say about me?
Why am I clinging to a plant?
Why am I clinging to a plant I don’t like?
Maybe I should water it….