So in a roundabout way he basically told me I wasn't going to conference with him which is fine I guess because he can just fucking have a great fucking time with his fucking work friends and I hope he..... Argh!!! Whatever it's obvious again as I sleep in my bed alone for another fucking night! We talked about it not being two weeks before he came into the bed but it's probably going to be another fucking month. I'm sure that'll be by fucking fault too
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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