Pinot is my favorite. Three glasses later we talk about our aspirations and the future.
One more glass turns into a 180 spin how have I not become good enough? I tell you things I want to learn but you say I should have learned them already.
Another glass in. you tell me how great I am but the things I do daily make me not good enough for you how does that make sense?
I understand you're older but there's a thing called balance, which you refuse to acknowledge.
I curl up with an Ikea pillow in the guest bedroom, the closest thing I have for comfort.
I guess I know now not to ask why you didn't get me flowers on Valentine's Day.