No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck.
What is the difference anymore?
It was only a few weeks ago when you told me i had changed. I am 22 and moving foward in my life and discovering myself still.
You are 28 and you know what you want out of all of this. I never said I didnt want to be with you but i did say that we were no longer interested in the same things, we no longer had anything in common besides the hatefulness and arguing…. i didnt want to die at age 22. I never thought marrying you would feel like i was owned by somebody. I let you treat me badly for years, hoping and thinking, as always women do.. That “maybe i can change him” or “theres always one girl that comes along and can settle him down” This went on for 3 years. You fucking everyone you could. Your army co workers, the random craiglist whores, your friends roomates, my ex best friend and then my mother. AMONG many others.
I dont know if i just snapped and realized your holding me back and i can be getting more from life.
I will not live behind a tv screen, with my windex, my broom, and my parenting skills.
I am going to experience all that life has to offer.
I am happy being seperated,
I miss my ring the most but It feels good to feel free again. I own myself and i can feel my soul filling with joy everyday.
Who knows? Maybe we can figure this out, but for now i think were better at co parenting and just maybe hooking up occasionally.
Its just way too obvious that we cannot provide what the other needs so there is no need in pretending anymore.