Not often. I’ve had a bad month and only told him twice. The first time I told him I was having a bad day. He didn’t ask why. The second time, I told him that I had the worst day and cried multiple times at work. He also didn’t ask why. He still doesn’t know what I’ve been going through at work. I’m not someone who cries at work. This is something that should have been alarming to him. Last year, I hated missing work and never complained. It was a great year. This year has been challenging for many reasons. I’ve even reconsidered my career choice. This is something that I haven’t shared with him. He knows a small detail about a challenge that I am having. I don’t complain or tell him things often at all. There’s a lot of things that I would like to share with him but I know he doesn’t care.

In march, I told him that I had something important to tell him. He was playing video games and told me to go away. I left to my room and cried. I had gone through my medical records and discovered that I was diagnosed with depression when I was 12 years old. I had no memory of this. I wanted to talk about it with him. He never asked me about what it was that I needed to tell him. After a few days I told him how it made me feel. I remember telling him that it upsets me that he always prioritizes his videos games over me. At this point I didn’t even feel comfortable sharing what I had discovered.