goodby cruel world
I'm leaving you today
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye all you people
there's nothing you can say
to make me change
my mind
goodbye
oh yes, it's that bloody miserable in my head tonight
I'm looking for a piece of myself I can kill off so as to make it more bearable for the rest of me.
The me that has things to do, people to see, the me that has a life beyond the petty minuatea of the domestic squabble.
And dear god have there been enough of those lately.
The conditioner argument
The bathroom shelf argument
The butter argument
The couple of hours statement argument
Really, people shouldn't have to live like this........
I know it's all because Chris is depresed.
ok clinically depressed though I have no chance of getting him any where near a doctor because every time I try to talk to him about it he some how has me defending my choice of soap as a life or death subject.
This has been building all year and I think I may have done the wrong thing in blindly supporting him in all his decisions. My excuse was that I loved him and wanted him to be happy. The truth is he's been falling further with every turn and his mental state is now, well, put it this way, I could probably have him sectioned. But it wouldn't help,it would just add to his sense of hurt and paranoia. I can't help him and he won't help himself. Bugger.......
Laughing at the potato argument seems a thousand years ago and I may soon kill him in a frustrated rage and my only defense will be .'well m'lud, he accused me of hiding the eggs'
so I'm feeling a bit up shit creek here, and can only think of finding the bit of me that cares and killing it for the sake of my own sanity.
Or I'll drive myself mad wondering where I went wrong....................
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye all you people
there's nothing you can say
to make me change
my mind
goodbye
oh yes, it's that bloody miserable in my head tonight
I'm looking for a piece of myself I can kill off so as to make it more bearable for the rest of me.
The me that has things to do, people to see, the me that has a life beyond the petty minuatea of the domestic squabble.
And dear god have there been enough of those lately.
The conditioner argument
The bathroom shelf argument
The butter argument
The couple of hours statement argument
Really, people shouldn't have to live like this........
I know it's all because Chris is depresed.
ok clinically depressed though I have no chance of getting him any where near a doctor because every time I try to talk to him about it he some how has me defending my choice of soap as a life or death subject.
This has been building all year and I think I may have done the wrong thing in blindly supporting him in all his decisions. My excuse was that I loved him and wanted him to be happy. The truth is he's been falling further with every turn and his mental state is now, well, put it this way, I could probably have him sectioned. But it wouldn't help,it would just add to his sense of hurt and paranoia. I can't help him and he won't help himself. Bugger.......
Laughing at the potato argument seems a thousand years ago and I may soon kill him in a frustrated rage and my only defense will be .'well m'lud, he accused me of hiding the eggs'
so I'm feeling a bit up shit creek here, and can only think of finding the bit of me that cares and killing it for the sake of my own sanity.
Or I'll drive myself mad wondering where I went wrong....................