I just realised that I can't actually remember the last spontaneously nice thing Rambo did for me. It's not that he doesn't do things for me, but I always have to ask and then feel guilty for asking; and it's not that he's not affectionate, it's just that I always have to initiate it.
I'm not really asking for much, just, you know, it would be nice if he went to make a cup of tea and would make me one as well, or at least offer. I make him tea when I make myself some. If I'm cooking food I'll cook for him too. If I'm getting myself a snack I'll get him one as well. If I'm putting a movie on I'll deliberately pick something we both like.
He just...doesn't seem to ever think about anyone but himself, unless prompted to. I'm not sure that that's not just normal for males, but it upsets me, as I'm nearly always thinking about him.
There wasn't really much point to this rant. He's just being male, and I'm not really worried about it - I'm just procrastinating because I'm meant to be writing stories about drop-bears and I need to do some damned research about Australia in general. Naughty me.
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