I don’t think this is fair at all.
Why does my love for you have no consideration? Why am I not being prioritized? Did I do this to myself? Do I deserve to be treated like this? Is it right for me to leave when you have been through so much?
These are things I ask myself every time something you do makes me sad. As much as it kills me to say it, I have to avoid you as much as possible so that I don’t make you angry.
I have to limit my questions so that I don’t ask you “something dumb”.
I have to limit my random chatter just so you don’t get irritated at anything I say. I keep my distance from you so we don’t argue. Yet, we argue.
This isn’t a relationship anymore. This is just co-parenting.
Maybe not even that, because what I say has always been wrong in your eyes. Even though my corrections were only meant for our kids, you seem to be reminding me that your way is the right way and that what I say doesn’t matter. Not exactly in those words, but the suggestion is there.
I don’t think it’s fair.
I don’t think this is fair at all.
Why do I feel like you didn’t want to fix things when we should have? Why do you not feel the need to communicate your whereabouts after work hours? Is it hard for you to answer my calls when I just want to know why you’re not home seven hours after work? Why do I feel like you avoid any emotional connection, or any “serious talks” about…
