It seems like I'm spending more time alone. Even in my house when you are here. I get we need our space but it seems like you are pushing me away without letting me go. Does that make sense? You really don't want me around just fucking let me go... Then I wouldn't have to beg for sexy fun time. 🙁 And while I would be sad, if get over it.
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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