He’s been fucky for the past few years when it comes to us and I’m so worn out with being the cheerleader and knowing that he never gave that same energy back. I’m feeling petty and I’m matching the energy. If that’s the life you want to live, let’s go.

Like, what are we doing here. I try to hang out with him in the living room and he’ll watch two mins and disappear downstairs again. I ask him why and he just “wasn’t interested” and “it seemed like you were too busy crocheting to watch” but I’m responding to what we’re watching so hello???

If my BIL came on to me, I’d never be alone with him again. Or talk to him and keep her secrets from my WIFE who is her SISTER

And I believed it, because of course I would, but now he mentioned that it got “weird” and she was flirting with him and he left! Now I’m like, okay, thanks for that revelation, but what else happened, because you didn’t stop fucking being her confidant.

This should really be a movie about Mary being steadfast and loving her man and supporting him, every year I watch this and I see more and more how hard I work lmao, I’m just waiting for his George Bailey moment to realize WE HAVE IT GOOD PLS BE OKAY

Happy to report he’s on his phone constantly and doesn’t like my posts or view my stories at all

Just circling back to the whole “dang, no one even thought to clue me in” memo. Least favorite right here!

I miss having a husband I could talk to without being stabbed and twisted around to “no actually that issue you brought up is exactly what I find wrong with YOU!!!!!”

This is something I’d bring up to my therapist, but I stopped seeing her when I realized she had no interest in hearing about my thoughts and said I needed a friend instead.

I would spend my evenings rocking a baby and stitching in the dining room but even when I’d come over to hang out, he’s gone within minutes. Even if I’m sitting right next to him. Why try when he claims not to be on insta anymore (when I see it open on his phone and he’s on his phone all the time)

I feel so guilty about not spending time with him, and then I realize he doesn’t want to spend time with me. He makes no effort, outside of buying tickets to a concert and expecting me to organize childcare and being mopey when childcare calls through.

Used to love being on the couch together after putting kids to bed, even if we’d be scrolling on our own, until he started going to bed or disappearing as soon as I’d enter the room and ask him what we should watch

Loved texting him during my day, til I realized he never would respond, and would come home talking about how he was on the phone with his mom or my sister (lol) for an hour and a half but couldn’t muster a response to me