So this morning, Jerry came into the kitchen as I was cooking and talked about his new nightstands and he was sorry he didn't do mine. I didn't expect him to do those. He goes to leave and he puts his hand on the smaller. My back and I turn around and we go to kiss but it was like do I kiss you on the forehead? Do I kiss you on the cheek? Do I kiss you on the lips? It was just very awkward and I said that. I need him to hear that I am not comfortable with the way things are proceeding and if I feel awkwardness he needs to know I feel that awkwardness.
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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