Grr

Just because I get angry with you over something, no matter how big or small of an issue it is, it doesn't give you the right to get back at me by saying 'I love you' in a snotty-ass tone or not at all. It really hurts my feelings when I say 'I love you' at the end of the conversation, and all you say is 'Bye'. WTF? But you do it. Every time. And it's starting to really get to me. But that's probably what you're aiming for anyway.

You keep promising me real conversations, but every time you call you want to get off the phone in five minutes or you're playing a video game or you're talking to someone else in the room so you won't talk to me like normal. Again, WTF? The phone is the only contact I have with you most of the time, and when you won't even make an attempt to have a decent conversation with me, it does hurt my feelings.

I may be overreacting, but damn. Would it kill you to make a freaking effort?

Yes, you did call me at 5AM this morning to make sure I was up. But you only did that so I wouldn't keep you on the phone any longer last night. And last night you promised to talk to me before I got out of bed. Instead, you said you'd call me in a few hours and went back to sleep. A few hours later, you call me...while playing a video game. You pretty much just trashed the 5AM effort with that one. Good job.

I feel like I'm the only one making any efforts anymore. I'm only your girlfriend when it's convenient for you. Effort? What effort? It isn't there. You don't call me every morning to wake me up. And guess what? I oversleep. Every morning. Usually that means I have to skip breakfast. Or be late for work. But, hey, you get to sleep past noon so who cares, right? You don't talk to me for at least an hour before bed every night. You know, since that is the only contact we have except for the one time a week we see each other. But you get to play more video games instead, so that's all fine and dandy, right?

I just want to scream. Or cry. In frustration. You've hurt my feelings a lot in the past week with this crap. I know it's little stuff. But when it happens every day for a week straight, and I haven't had one decent conversation with you since the last time I actually saw you - it builds up to a lot. Quick. So now I get to be all depressed and mopey at work. Thank you very much, Babe. I freakin' love you, too.

And the worst part is, I feel like I can't write about stuff like this here anymore. People are too quick to decide you're an asshole. Every time I write about a tiff we have, it just deepens that impression. It freakin' sucks. But I have to write about it. Because otherwise it will drive me insane.