“I’m not a fucking dog, Bleu. I don’t need you to put out energy or give me attention. A simple text saying you needed space would have been straight. Communication is big with me.” I half expected him to argue me down and make it about himself, but him being more upset with the lack of communication than me blatantly ignoring him spoke volumes on who he was. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” my voice cracked.
see he cares about you mamas 🥹
