It's probably nothing

Drama incoming!

I often get hurt by stupid things. Not important things. But they are stingy, as if they were made specifically to hurt me just where it hurts. I might be wrong and probably should double check before even tormenting me about it.

So, it's boyfriend's birthday. He organized a weekend with friends in a cottage. It's his day so I was forced to come, not big deal, usual boyfriend dutties.

I hate it here. But I'm resisting as much as I can.

Then it comes one round of presents. Usual stuff. Nice things he likes. They offered him a postcard with some words from everyone. I was the last to sign. So, they remebered me. That's good. And they give him a set of photographies: small prints with him and all the friends in different events or reunions. All of the presents are in the photos except... me.

It's stupid. I know. But it makes me feel more sad, it gives me all the worst and pesimist ideas when thinking about all the possible explanations.

Nothing good. The most flattering explanation could be because they forgot or perhaps they couldn't find a good photo of me and him.

It's not a big deal. It's not important. It's not personal. It's nothing.