He plays that fucking game as often as he can. He could literally sit there for twelve hours and feel like everything’s fine. When I tell him it bothers me, that I want more of his time, he says he knows— but he never does anything to change it. What exactly does a young woman do to communicate she needs him just as much as that damn game does? Because at some point, I'm bound to lose my temper and serve him an ultimatum. I’ll be labeled a ‘crazy bitch’, as men tend to do anytime a woman displays some sense of authority.