Life isn't bad right now, it's just not what I was hoping for. I want a husband again. I don't want to roommate. I just feel like he doesn't want to be a couple like he's happy now that he's home and he's got his car charger and he's got his little cozy room. I need to stop harping about that because it's mean and cruel. It's just my way of hurting and it's not healthy and it makes me sad....
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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