Going through some old boxes I came across the loveliest cards from our anniversary almost seven years ago. (On a side note, one really has to wonder why I have a box of stuff so old that hasn’t been sorted through. Epic organization fail.) Back then we were so joyful, so full of life and love. Now, we are more apt to fight than give each other kind words.
Like tonight. When he put off our date night because he had a work project then didn’t work on the project at all for hours instead napping and watching TV.
I didn’t think it was wrong to express my disappointment and hurt at the trade off. I know he wasn’t feeling great. I know he prefers to procrastinate. Why does that make it okay? Why do I get to be the one hurt for his convenience?
I feel like I’m fighting to be loved and not ignored. I wish it would help.