3. OUR COMMUNICATION BEGAN TO DWINDLE.
I don’t mean just our in-depth life talks necessarily (although they did suffer), I mean all of our communication, down to the most basic, “Hi honey, how was your day?” Conversations seemed dumbed down and hollow, as if he was just going through the motions of small talk so he could “politely” plop down on the couch and start fiddling on his phone. This was so disappointing to me because one of my favorite parts of being with someone is being able to share with them the good and bad parts of your day—like an at-home therapist you can eat Chinese food with.
4. IT BECAME A DEFENSE MECHANISM DURING ROCKY TIMES.
When we would fight (whether it was about his chronic phone usage or not), he would take out his iPhone and check his Snapchats. If I started getting heated about something, he was automatically deleting emails or reading texts. His phone became this wall that I couldn’t reach him through, no matter how much I yelled.
5. HIS ATTACHMENT TO HIS PHONE MADE ME EXTREMELY PARANOID.
Needless to say, seeing him on his phone pretty much 24/7 caused a great deal of paranoia on my end. I mean, what would you think if his face was buried in his screen while he was with you? Probably that was seeing another woman—or multiple other women. Whenever I would bring it up, he would immediately gaslight me; he’d tell me I was “acting crazy” and “trying to invade his personal life too much.” Comments like that were just fuel to my fire.