Yay...?
So I've been with Steve for two years today.
And I'm celebrating alone, here at the apartment, by watching an episode of "Leverage," playing "God of War," and eating noodles with butter and salt. He, however, went to dinner with a supplier for his company. He texted me this at five. It's now seven and he still isn't home. Granted, he did at least tell me and after he asked if that was alright. My instinct was to tell him that I couldn't control him and that he could do what he wanted on our two year. I ended up sending him an, "It's fine /smiley face."
I lied: it's totally not fine. I feel abandoned and uncared for, even though I know extremely well that all he does is care about me. But it doesn't help that I had a bad night and forgot my lunch this morning. Not only did I have to buy my lunch, but I also keep the key that locks my desk in my lunch bag, so I couldn't even get to my snacks (re: dark chocolate Kisses).
Am I irrational? I mean, we had talked about it before. We're not exchanging gifts or even cards, but I did want to see him before I go to bed tonight. I wanted to spend some time with him, even though we live together and spend time together every night. What makes tonight so special? What makes a two year anniversary so different from a normal Wednesday? I mean, it's only two years...
Ugh, I don't know if what I'm feeling is disproportionate to what I should be feeling. I'm not crushed or anything, just disappointed and sad and bored.
So lame. I hope tomorrow is better. Thank the gods it's almost the weekend...