A Letter to my Husband

I feel like I have so much to say, so much i wait all day to share with you....and not only do you not wanna hear it, you dont even care that i have things to say. what you have to say is more important. if i call yo out on it, you will dramatically give me the floor, flustering me and making me forget what i even wanted to say. thats my biggest problem lately. its not any one thing that i didnt get to say, its the millions of things that get interrupted, ignored, laughed at...sometimes all at once....it makes me feel small, and unheard....which youve told me not to feel. if i tell you i feel that way, youll tell me to stop it. youll tell me its not your fault in the least. of course it isnt...it never is....i tell you proudly that i didnt shop today, something youve been asking me to keep under wraps (understandably) and what do you say? "well you should have bought THAT." well im freaking sorry....i really am....and now to hear you purposfully put off your day off for extra pay. sure you have to sign waivers, bc its against the law for you to work it...and its ok that i told you 2 weeks ago i wanted to go to a meet up tonight...it doesnt matter....it never does....