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.
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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