So I may or may not have spent the entire nine days my husband was away to map out a plan on how to get him to pay more attention to me and me alone and guess what amazing plan I came up with? Nothing.
It wasn’t that I didn’t come up with anything, in fact it was quite the opposite. I had come up with a billion plans that I was starting to look like a federal agent about to carry out an important problem so why did I have nothing at the end? It was because I liked none of the plans.
With every plan I had come up with, the other part of me had managed to find something wrong with it. Either it was not well detailed enough, felt like a route to total failure or I felt it made me look pathetic and like an attention whore
