Every time we get another delivery, I want to scream. As thoughtful as his gifts are, they’re also insulting. Does he really think he can buy our forgiveness? He should have showed up every single freaking day until we relented and let him up here. I know that’s not what I asked him for. I asked him for space and that’s what he’s giving me. But isn’t he smart enough to know the difference between what I say and what I want? Honestly. Men.
Hmm
