I had to go to London on Friday for the w/e. This was mostly to do with tieing up the last bits vis a vis my little brother's death last year, but I also had the opportunity to see my bf; I also miss living in London, and love going back there.
I got back on Sunday evening.
DH still hasn't asked me how it went, or anything about my w/e at all.
I went to a play a couple of weeks ago - he didn't want to go - and he didn't ask me about that either.
I went to a party about two weeks before that; he didn't ask about it.
He didn't come to my brother's memorial, and nor did he ask about it when I got back from it.
He never asks "How was it?" "How did it go?" "How're you feeling?" "Good trip?". Nothing. Ever.
I don't know why it's making me so sad today, but it is.