I

need to know it's going to happen.

I just do.

I need you to show me somehow, unequivocally and soon.

If you don't understand that, or you're not willing to put my mind at ease any more than you've shown me to this point?

The maybe I should reevaluate things.

Not even a Merry Christmas from you.

Is it really that hard?

Is it?

I'll say it again, would you still be here if the situation was reversed?

Would you?

Cause at this point?

 I honestly don't think you would be.

Not based on what you've shown me.

I take down the blog and you throw a fit but it's perfectly okay to not get any birthday wishes or even a Merry Christmas from you?

This is exactly the kind of horse shit I am sick of in my life.

Men are just supposed to "eat it" so to speak and it all be okay with them.

Well it's not.

I could find that kind of crap walking down the street anytime I wanted.

"Real woman."

Not actin like this you're not.

You wanted honest.

Honey let me tell ya I'm giving it to you.

Be mad.

Cry.

Whatever.

What exactly am I loosing at this point besides a hard time I can do without?

Love you.

Back to bed.

Night.