So we went and bought Jerry a bed for his room. Our guest room whatever and it hurt and I was noticeably emotional and had to fight for validation of my emotions and I get that I am an emotional person and that Jerry is not. I guess I need to accept that and move on. He is very caring but he realizes that these are things I need to fix and he wants to fix them but he knows he can't. So he's very distant and I don't know what I want. I don't know what I need thank goodness. Tomorrow is the therapy day. Oh fuck it's a therapy day. I need to tell him not to come before 5:00.
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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