aDrenais' Book of Shadows

It was my 3rd-year anniversary yesterday. It might as well have been an anniversary with my toilet bowl, for what it was worth.

I didn't merit a card. Not after explicitly stating in a hostile manner that I would appreciate a card every now and then, a little something for me to mull over whenever I was feeling low. I wrote an extremely mean card to him awhile ago, chastising him for the lack of effort on his part -- if that didn't work I don't know what will. So, it's been proven that it hasn't worked: no card, no gift; not even when my dad was coming to visit and all he had to do was to scribble something on a scrap of paper for my dad to bring it over. No postage involved! Why?

That's the question I've been asking myself lately. Why is it so hard for him to comprehend that I have higher expectations? Why won't he try? Why am I still hanging on if he can't even write me a card to shut me up? Why does he not try knowing full well that I will kick up a huge fuss when I don't receive as much as a fucking postcard for spending 3 years together? Why do I bother? Why?

Enough rhetorics. Enough theatrics. Enough.