Thai food, red wine, face mask.
All the signs of a single girl's weekend night in.
And yet I am not single.
I hate that he works nights, especially weekend nights.
I hate sleeping alone.
I hate that I have to ask him to take time off so we can spend holidays together.
I hate that I have to ask him to take time off for my birthday.
I haven't asked him yet though, about my birthday.
I don't want to have that fight, and it will inevitably turn into a fight:
Why don't you love me enough to know that I would want to spend my birthday with you? Why do I always have to ask you to take time off? Why don't you just want to spend my birthday with me?
I really don't want to be alone, with friends, but still alone.
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