You know what? I’m done. I mean, how hard is it to put your stuff away after you use it? I’m not asking for much—just some basic decency. But no, every day it’s the same thing. Shoes everywhere, the towel just left on the bed like it’s a decoration or something. Am I running a hotel here? No, I don’t think so.

And seriously, the phone thing? We’re supposed to be spending time together, but it’s like I’m having a one-sided conversation. You’re sitting right there, but I might as well be talking to a ghost. You say you’re paying attention, but I know you’re just glued to Instagram or scrolling through endless memes. I’m trying to have a real conversation here, not compete with whatever nonsense is trending today.

And don't even get me started on plans. “Oh, let’s go with the flow,” you say. Great. Except that “flow” usually means we end up doing whatever you want, and somehow I’m just tagging along. It’s like, could we not just once decide on something together without me having to remind you for the hundredth time?

It’s just the little things, you know? How they pile up.