  It doesn't bother so much that they aren't getting the truck for me, but that she can't much up her mind. So I suffer because I am being constantly disappointed. I know I sound ridiculous. They are considering getting me the truck; they should just make up their minds though so I don't get put through hell.
It's like they put it in front of me, and it's in my hands, and they snatch it away. How sad. It's like he wasn't ever there. Like we're not missing a part of us. Like without him we're better. I miss him. It was for him to decide. He wasn't screwing anyone over. He had to make a decision.
For now what he has now is best, or he's just trying to make the best out of it or something. But what am I saying? I don't need to speak on his behalf. I hate that because of my gender I play a role in our group. It was a role I was comfortable with at first because it wasn't a gender role, but now it is. Opinions count as a fraction of everyone else's. If I air any of these grievences I'll be pinned as a feminists. Woohoo 
