They are fewer and far between now that I can walk fairly normal. Things still aren't normal. The clock is ticking loud and I'm trying to quiet that so I don't bolt. A huge part of me just wants to put a flamethrower to it all so it will just be over. Not that I want it over, just want something NOW. *sigh* I've never been any good at waiting.
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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