I'm backsliding. I am sitting here in tears because I feel like the one person I want to be my best friend is failing me in every aspect of being my friend. You don't call your wife for a whole fucking week. You have 5 minutes every other day, even if you're shitting that you could have called me, but no, you didn't. The only time we talked on the phone was when I talked to you, and I made the phone call because you said you had a free moment. I get that you were really busy, and I get that's why you didn't want me there but FUCK!
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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