Feeling alone and unwanted. Joe left at 3pm yesterday, saturday, to get a case of beer, and swing by his favorite bar for a couple drafts. I thought 3 hours, tops. I heard him get home at 12:30am. I was in bed.
I don’t know….he really could have called me and said I’m staying out. I don’t know if that would have made things better, but at least I would have known I would be spending a saturday night alone. Which is no different than any other night, since I spend them all alone.
I thought about calling him to see where he was….but, I don’t want to be *that* wife, calling to check up on him. And he *never ever* has his phone on him. So I let it go, and he is sleeping now, and I will probably not say anything.
I have come to the conclusion that it is me. I have no friends. No one calls me for anything. No one, other than my kids, spends time with me. Something is wrong with me. I don’t seem to matter to anyone. And no one cares. I suck.