This train of thought had played on my mind when Devonte was on his phone as we were walking towards the steps that lead to the beach. I was left to get Andriel out of the car and put on his gloves, hat, and coat. It was made obvious at that moment that it was also up to me to make sure he held my hand and/or walked safely towards the steps while Devonte carried on being on his phone, oblivious to my annoyance. I asked the hubby to grab the bag from the car, and, after finishing what he was doing on his phone, he took it and then brought his phone out of his pocket again.
This is a lot of resentment.