im not handling it
oh maybe its the hormones but there are so many things i want to scream at you about fairness.
of the lack thereof. its not fair. no i could never force you. thats a given.
but i want you to want, need you to need.
and only a week out of your arms and i am frustrated again.
you always leave me frustrated.
you make me want to give up on so many things that are great about us because you hold it all up on a peddlestool.
why make a wife out of me but no husband.
why make a mother out of me but no father.
sometimes i dont understand why im waiting around for half full promises.
sometimes i am so angry with you but the anger comes so late that you dont even consider it important.
well belated im angry with you because
im angry with everything about us right now.