Done I guess?

I started to feel some distance between us and called it out. I’m hopping it’s not too awkward, but at the same time I would rather have more fun than hurt. I guess not even fun, but caring, compassion? I’m so tired of playing games and I don’t want that from you. It feels like you hurt me when I’m not a priority to you and when you take hours to respond to me. Am I that insignificant already when this is still so new? I wish I knew. I wish I could find a reality where the man that died was still here to hold me and love me, even as a broken single mom… but this is reality and he’s dead and gone and never coming back. He will always be gone. I’m never going to find peace, will I?