In the way.

I can't recall the last time I had a real-night-conversation-phone-call. You know, the kind that doesn't have lonnnnggg silence and when both people are closely attentive to each other. When he's choosing to do something else, or when he's out somewhere, the odds are, this type of phone call won't happen, it barely does. And it sucks for me, because I have high hopes to rekindle communication, which has become less continuously, but somewhat unsteadily. I try to roll with these punches, the things that get in the way.