It’s little things like not “allowing” me to get the pastries I want at Costco. Or never having actually proposed. Or being ridiculous about a vasectomy, even though we already decided to not have children. Or every single time he gets himself something from the kitchen and doesn’t ask if I need anything. Not to mention the lack of passion and feeling talk and all those other things I used to think I needed.
That episode of Will and Grace last night got to me.