I don't care if it is her perferred mode of communication. I'm sick of it. It is so high school. That's right because that is her colleagues.
She needs to grow up. She really needs to grow up. I'm not some damn dog, waiting around for her to text me. Before she left we at least had some meaningful conversations on the phone.
I should have never ever turned on texting. It's a tool to hide behind. Worse than voice mail.
Don't get on me about golfing either. I'm trying to go dark on her. I went golfing for my own sanity. In that time frame I dind't need her to be spinning me out of control. Showing up at the house acting like a damn tornado.
I'm calling it out now. A spade is a spade. If you want to talk to me through text at least say hello. I'm not a servant to her whims. I shouldn't have answered it so quickly.
What time you going to be there... What time you going to be there....
When has anything changed. I get done at this time, and I will get there as soon as I can so your precious little mommmy can go out to dinner with daddy. STFU!
It's ridiculous. Showing up pulling weeds. Coming late picking up the kids. Showing up at the house unannounced.
You think I like choosing to avoid her questions. That was two weeks ago she asked me if I was out. I didn't respond back. Because I was dark on her. You think I like the single life and me doing whatever I want to do. Well I'm telling you right now. I don't. It isn't fun. There is nothing out there. Even if there was I don't want it. I want her. She is my wife. This is why I got married. So I wouldn't have to be on the market. The market sucks. I already choose the goods. Now they are spoiled.
