Leftover misery

It's happened again Her stomach is aching She gags again The taste of her shame coating her mouth. Her boyfriend laughs at her He always laughs when this happens Like she's not trying her best Like she's not aware of her failure “Cheer up babe.” He smirks at her. “You can always try again later.” Later. She knows there will be a later And she knows she's afraid. "I can do this" She whispers with hope she doesn't really have. "Next time" She promises herself unwillingly She closes the Tupperware Shoving her defeat in the fridge "One day, I will be able to accurately measure pasta" But today is not that day.