Sometimes it feels like I put all the work in. I know that move was a big effort but it doesn’t qualify you for a life time of no effort. Give and take, mutually.

And please stop putting me last. I know you live here and we see each other often (on my effort…) but that doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve some of your time off too. It feels like I’m that kid that no one wants on their team, that always gets picked last. I know you love your family and living apart from them means any free time you have you’d like to spend with them, but don’t start to make plans with me and then change them as soon as the whim takes you. I have feelings that can be hurt. And know that I’m like an elephant… I always remember the feeling, but perhaps not the details.