This cruise is the worst fucking cruise I've ever been on and I feel so out of place and so not wanted and I just want to go home. And here I am sitting alone in the room by choice because I heard and he still went out and I get it. He's with his friends and that's why I didn't want to come. I knew that was going to be like this. I don't think we're good together anymore. I think he would be much happier without me. I wish he would just fucking let me go cuz I don't have the strength to do 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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