Valentines

I had an amazing Valentine's weekend... full of brunches, ice skating, drinking, gifts, sex, and movies. It was great! And then when Monday came around he pissed me off. I was suppose to make dinner for him and last minute he asks to take a rain check because the gym was taking longer then expected and he needed to do laundry. No I didn't go to the store to get stuff specifically for dinner...no I didn't skip the gym for you...no I didn't wait to eat for you...no I didn't start prepping dinner. And then he doesn't understand why I was upset and then wouldn't call me because it would be rude to Jake... are you kidding me?? Since when do my feelings not matter? Oh wait now that I think about it they never did...my feeling unsure always ended up being about you letting down your walls. My needing space was ridiculous but you needing it is expected. I get it. Any time I get upset or do something you don't like you become an injured bird...well fuck that.