The Van Gogh experience was amazing. I'm so glad that I went. Afterwards Jerry, let me drive his new Mustang Machi. That's a pretty okay car. I still like my Tucson. Mostly the day went great. There was one little incident where I had to fish for a compliment and I probably shouldn't do that. I should probably just accept that. That's not how he is and if I feel cute then I am cute and fuck him if his car is more of a distraction than I am because when he said that and I said well I thought I would be the distraction. He got pissy-face and it hurt so lesson learned. Don't go fishing for compliments. Then I got to drive his brand new Mustang mock E and it's a pretty good car. I still like my Tucson better. I don't need a midlife crisis car... Which I feel like his ring wearing self needs. I hate that goddamn ring... It's like he put that ring on and became this person. I don't know if he is a narcissistic person but he has these tendencies where it's all about. You know I don't even know it doesn't matter. I need to work on me and make sure I'm happy and if he comes along with for the ride that would be nice after 28 years together but I don't know that I can be hurt every time I see him.
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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