I think that, more often than not, I’m pretty fair to you when it comes to you spending time with your friends. I don’t prohibit you from spending time with them. No girlfriend or boyfriend ever should, unless the friends are ridiculously bad influences. I don’t mind that you drink with them. I don’t mind that you smoke with them, despite the fact that you said you’d stop four months ago. Really, I don’t mind. I just want you to be happy, and I know that your friends make you happy.
Sometimes though, I know that you come over to my house or choose to hang out with me because none of your friends are available. Yes, I know you want to spend time with me too, but more often than not, you hang out with me because they’re not there. And if one of them texted or called you with plans, you’d figure out a way to leave me or my house or whatever to go to them because they’re more fun, more outgoing. Unlike me, a homebody, someone who would rather stay in, reading, than go out to a party. It’d be nice to not feel like your back-up once in a while. It’d be nice if you picked me over your friends once in a while.
