So I have to say that since me finding out that he was still talking to people he fell in love with. I have been distant and I'm trying to rail against that feeling of just wanting to get the fuck out because he is my person. I don't know that I'm his person and he is trying to prove that he thinks of me as his person but I just don't see it sometimes. I really wish I could trust again but I can't. I don't know how to trust. I know it has to be earned and that is hard. I almost wish not that I want to be love bombed, but I wish he would over communicate right now because that's the kind of reassurance I need or I feel like I need. I probably really don't need that. I'd probably be like dude. Whatever. I don't need a blow by blow but sometimes I feel like I do need a blow by blow. I need to be married to fucking Howard Cosell. I want to know what you're doing, where you're doing it even if it's mundane crap. Share your fucking life with me.
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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