Monday, February 17, 2014
I pull away. He pulls away. We're both in our respective corners, avoiding each other.
We need to figure something out. Not quite sure what. How to have fun?
I want him to talk to me. Come to me and say - this is what I can do. This is what I want to do. Rather than me driving the fun bus - or the whole bus - all the time.
I feel like a mom, not a girlfriend. I sense that spells doom for a relationship. Not even a mom, really. More like a robot helper.