I've been doing a lot of cleaning, packing, and decluttering to make the house more pleasant. I would prefer not to be there, but I like the house despite its oldness. If things don't work out, though, I have no interest in staying there. That's the hardest part. The uncertainty of it all. I like a good plan, and when there isn't one, I tend to find things to organize. I really need some help moving boxes around so I can have more clear spaces in that back room.
I get that I'm a fundamental kind of person. I ask the usual question when you get home. How was your day? What did you get for lunch? Anything new? ...and of course, you give me your run-of-the-mill answers. Fine, blah blah blah... But then a day later you send me a picture of something that you bought while you were at a store and expect me not to start "narrating possible situations" because you don't write anything with that picture. I'm just supposed to know. This is why I feel confused and left out of your world. Because you don't share those little details that I would love to get. I know....basic girl crap....you know what? It's basic because that is how it should be ...basic information sharing.
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