I think I'm going to say something at dinner tonight. I have to. It's just getting to be insulting in my opinion. I'm sick and tired of ignoring the fact that I never see his cell phone anymore. And...to be honest...we have only been at his home briefly even though I've been to every one of the houses his realtor has shown him.
My girlfriend says maybe I shouldn't push it since everything else is going well. We've signed up for couple's therapy and our first session is in two weeks. We're together all the time. Dinner, lunches, movies, walks, love, loving and lots of laughter.
But that damn phone.
I've got to say something about it because I find it's all I can think about no matter what we're doing.
"Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...bzzzzzzzzzzz."
What the hell?
"Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...bzzzzzzzzzzzzz."
And there we have it. Funny how things end up working out. Said phone is vibrating in his jacket pocket on the back of the chair next to me.
I reach in...and take it out...
