Jessica Jessica Jessica who the fuck is Jessica. It doesn't really matter who Jessica is at this point. Jessica is unfortunate person who happened to be the recipient of my husband's "admiration" 🤢 and she isn't the problem. So I feel bad for putting my hatred out in the world to this name Jessica because that isn't fair because the person I'm mad at is my husband. My husband who for 27 years has been. My rock is suddenly treating me as I'm nothing. My husband who promised me until death do us part and that there was no dying is now killing my spirit of everything. Love. My husband who can't bother to tell me where the fuck he's getting on a plane to I mean. I know he's going to salt lake City but I don't know how. I don't know when I don't know the hotel he's staying at. I know zip zero zilch and that's apparently what I've known for the past 2 months and it fucking sucks and he's so clueless because I have this blog that he could read and understand exactly what I'm feeling, but he's too dense to even bother to look me up. I'm sure he's researched Jessica and whoever else he's fucking around with thoroughly but he does even know his fucking wife.
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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