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 Feeling like I'm not a priority, even though he still takes care of me.  Yes, he still makes me breakfast and helps me pack up my stuff to go to work but at night it's phone, phone, phone.   I hate it.  Then I get on my phone and I know that isn't good for me.  I told myself I was going to excuse myself from the room when I saw that but I haven't been diligent.  I need to...I don't want it for any part of me.