Home Alone... Again

Here we go again. He's off at some game having a good time while I'm stuck here being the default babysitter. Really tonight I could care less because I don't feel like being bothered with him. It's just the principle of the thing. I don't know when we went out together last. You know, a date night? Humph, if I can't remember that says a lot. Bad thing is I'm more invested in the idea or us going out than us actually going out. I don't really want to spend any more time with him because it would only happen if I gripe and nag. At that point it would only be happening because I acted out. That's no good. Not for me at least. If I've got to tell you something that you should already have enough common sense to know for yourself then why bother. It's also one more reason why I say that I am not a priority to him. I'm at the bottom of the totem pole; I may have completely fallen off the chart. Oh well...