Have Fun!

Great. Great. Just fucking great.

You know, one of the biggest reasons we are so compatible because we are the same. We were only children, independent, and just on-our-owners. Now he has this family and they're doing so freaking much.

"Wow, we're not going to see each other a lot in the next few months," he said.
"Why?"
"Well, I'm going to Seattle, then St. George, then Florida--"
"WHAT? Since when are you going to St. George?" I asked, completely unaware of this other trip.
"Golfing trip I guess."

Whatever. And they're going to fucking Disney World and going fucking golfing and they're going to have so much fucking sibling bonding time and I hope they have an awesome time. I will just stay home and do what I always do. Sit at home and wish he was home so that we could talk about how it sucks/how awesome it is to be only children.

He doesn't talk like that anymore. And I can't relate to him anymore. I think, subconsciously, that's what is making us fight.