She felt neglected. Her home and personal life was supposed to be supportive and comforting. She felt neither on this Sunday morning. Sundays were supposed to be rest days, relaxing. Instead, she felt neglected and frustrated. Her partner knew she was suffering emotionally. Yet, all he cared about was getting chores done. He almost changed the bedsheets while she was still lying in bed, exhausted. As he got up and completed the chores for the day and she lay in bed, she couldn’t help but to wonder, “Does he actually even care about me? He said he loved me the other day and that’s more than his scale of just caring about someone.”

Why didn’t he ask if she was okay or how she was feeling as she slept in longer than usual?

Why didn’t he ask if she was hungry as he made himself breakfast?

Why didn’t he watch the cats so she could rest?

Why didn’t he check in every once in a while to make sure she was okay? He would have seen that the cats knocked over her stuff in the closet if he bothered to.

Why didn’t he refill her water bottle by her bed for her so she wouldn’t have to get up?

What else was he so preoccupied with that he couldn’t bother to care for her?

She doubted that he even read her blog regularly.