He goes upstairs, perhaps not realizing I’m already downstairs. This causes a stir, but only internally. Why is it such a big deal that he not sit around on his phone, but such a big deal too when I do?

Feeling bitter today, possibly due to the upcoming holiday. Last year he got me flowers, year before, flowers. This past year for my birthday he got me nothing. It was a big fucking deal. Now I’m already 30 and in theory he’s kind of buying me a house, so maybe that’s fine, that he doesn’t also get me a cute necklace. He doesn’t quite get my taste, anyway. Except when he does, he really does. The first thing he ever got me is still the most Me thing anyone’s ever gotten me. It was a watch ring. It worked until it didn’t, and it broke this past year.