That’s the thing about life; it is deceptive and masked. You never know what tomorrow has…
My life revolves around you and I am sure you are aware of it. I still cherish those days when we were together in everything. I hear you say that we are still together, but no, I don’t want your mere physical presence. When I met you, I began to own the world. Probably that is how you feel when in love. Or probably, it was the idea of not living together that made everything so amazing. I would rather say, it was the magnified version of being happy. We would spend hours talking to each other without running out of words. Boredom was just a joke and fantasy became a reality. One month after marriage, I realized that there is more to the knight in shining armor. Few years along the lane, I realized, you have changed.
I know you are a workaholic, but this cellphone is destroying our relationship. No, please don’t say that things are different after a child, because you know, there is more to it. I am excited to see you return from work but I am shattered that I have to wait to get your attention. That is why, I hate dressing up. I sit next to you, while you continue your conversation with all sorts of clients. The moment you end your call, I wait for the I-missed-you hug. But when you replace these intimate moments with, hey get me dinner, I feel miserable! I want to tell you, I am still the same person who you fell in love with. I want to tell the same thing to myself, but I fail to believe. You are certainly not the same person I married.
I see you take me out for dinners. I would happily thank you for continuing the tradition but hey, it is supposed to be a date night where you must talk to me. These dinners are mere food tastings, where you meet a shy stranger who fails to take your number. I see your immediate reaction to even those randomly weird messages from the cellular company. I tell you not to use your phone while you drive. But every time you say you would be careful, you repeat. I am hurt. I want you to feel the loneliness I experience. Even if it is not work, I see you scroll and skim over Facebook. You told me you hated it and you dislike how teens are stuck to their phones. So even if it’s not a selfie, you are also a victim of technology.
Dear Hubby, please get over this cellphone addiction. I trust you and I love you. I hate the distance between you and me. Look at me, because I am the same person you fell in love with.