N Fork: Dear N,
I guess I just don't understand. If you love me as much as you say you do, why don't you talk to me? I've tried to be very patient with you, but I'm at the end of my rope. There's just a point where trust goes from being the virtue of the stalwart to being the indolence of the willfully ignorant.
We make time for those things we think are important. How hard would it be to tell me hello first thing in the morning, even if you're in a rush. We haven't been together so long that we can take each other for granted, nor has it been short enough for me to think I'm asking too much for daily acknowledgement. There was a time when I held you and comforted you through your pangs of jealousy and fears of abandonment. Now you just act like I'm weird when I worry about us. You used to tell me you loved me every day. Now I find myself having to ask. You don't seem to understand where my insecurity comes from, but you do not listen when I explain it.
I don't know how to make you hear me.
Fork
Re: N AfterMath: Fork,
These feelings are so common. Not expainable are her actions, but we can talk at least. PM if you'd like to. Been there.
