I like the phrase “unspoken expectations are premeditated resentments”. I have heard something very similar before. I can honestly say I don’t expect my husband or anyone else to read my mind, and I am good at speaking up about my thoughts, feelings, needs, and wants (at least, I was in the past). However, opening up about my feelings, needs, and wants was not fruitful; I was often ignored, invalidated, or gaslit. For a long time, I mostly shut down out of self-preservation. If I never said what I wanted or needed and he didn’t do it, maybe it would hurt less than if I flat out told him and he still didn’t do it. However, after a couple years of trying to eliminate all my needs and preferences, I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I felt inauthentic, out of integrity, and still miserable that he wasn’t doing the things. It might have been even worse, because then I was upset with myself for not speaking up, and told myself that maybe if I had communicated better he would have done the things I wanted or needed. I challenged myself to start being vulnerable and speaking up again. I think mostly I wanted to stop blaming myself. I wanted to get out of denial. If I was vocal and respectful about my feelings, needs, and desires, and he still didn’t do any of the things, it would be painful, but at least I would see realistically where things stand. I started sharing more with very mixed results. I was still frequently ignored, invalidated, and gaslit. When he occasionally did something I wanted, it seemed to me to be half hearted or bare minimum; I wanted him to be more engaged, invested, excited, interested, to take more ownership, etc. I tried to give the benefit of the doubt and look on the bright side of everything. Over time, this was every bit as exhausting as not speaking up, just in a different way. I still didn’t feel heard, cared for, or prioritized because his response was inconsistent. When he did anything I asked for or expressed a want of, I am sad to say I wasn’t much more satisfied with it because it seemed to be reluctant or unenthusiastic. After several months, it became so painful to continue being vulnerable again, and I remembered why I shut down the first time.