You were always at office, missing our anniversaries, birthdays and anything that could mean happy.add_main_imageThere was nothing to come home to. Even if I made an attempt, it would always end up in a fight. At least in office there was peace of mind.You never liked my family, you worked extra hard to avoid them. There isn’t a single family function photo, post our marriage where we are both captured.NextMAdsI liked you and I thought that was more than enough. In fact you told me it was.You stopped noticing how I looked. Why is so hard to give the person you are with compliments? You have enough nice things to say to everybody else we meet.I’d compliment you and you would shrug it off. I thought you didn’t like receiving them. You were the one who spoke about having deep meaning in everything.We really need to plan for the future. We can’t keep behaving like irresponsible adults.You plan for the future. I plan for one day at a time and sometimes even that seems too much.Why do you keep snapping at me? Can’t you speak to me nicely, ever?sixthMAdsWhy do you keep irritating me? Don’t you know what triggers me by now? Can’t you avoid that? Our fights are like they are in loop.You have to come and be with me when I meet people who are important to me. Couples do these things together. Why should we be so different?I thought you liked different. In fact, when we started out, you said we won’t be like those other couples. And truthfully, your friends bore me.I know you are at work but can’t you pick up my call or at least return it?I thought I was anyway going to see you this evening. I know if it was an emergency you would have messaged. Or called a hundred times.Why am I not the most important thing in your life?You are but I don’t feel the need to prove it every hour.I’m not asking for much, just the basic stuff. It won’t cost you anything to do it - just a little time and sensitivity.The problem is that what you think is basic is different from what I think is basic.How could you get me this? You know I hate it. Don’t you know what I like by now? I sometimes feel there is not a single thing you know about me.I thought you liked it. You liked it last year. If you keep changing your mind how can I keep track?Are you listening to me?Why? You are saying the same thing, aren’t you?Do you know what it is like to live with you?Do you know what it is like to live with YOU?Who wins the Blame Game? Does it matter? At the end of it, both of us are now divorced and what we called family exists no more.Dancing Divorcee is a weekly happy, sad, funny, obnoxious blog on the misadventure called divorce. It will appear every Thursday. Arathi Menon is a dancing divorcee who also blogs, writes, tweets and repairs brands.