honesty is such a lonely word
it’s been 48 hours since our anniversary and still not even an “i’m sorry.” i’m moving from humiliated to angry.
hubbin buzzed in on my morning chat with PJ (i was in full “what an idiot” mode telling her the story) and when i told him who i was talking to he said “what, are you bitchin’ about me?” yes, as a matter of fact, i am. would you rather i bitch to your face about it, or dump it on my best friend? i don’t care he said, sounding like he wasn’t going to hit target on the way home for a card.
i am beyond being nice about this. yes, i get it, we went out to dinner, we went to a show, it was great. you still have to show me that this day means something to you, emotionally. you have to say something. and by the way, there are like three bazillion crayons in my house and a bunch of paper, a shitload of princess stickers and paints. all would be forgiven if he made something silly with boo last minute.
i have a valid reason for being upset. and i think it’s fair to let him know that even though 48 hours have past, i’m still hurt. that’s honest. and i guess i respect him enough to tell him that, rather than stewing in silence.