For two and a half days you were my prince charming. The man I fell for. Just as fast as he came in he left again leaving behind feelings of hurt, loneliness and despair. I’d give almost anything to have that guy here always.
Is it horrible that he comes home and tells me that he’s on new pills that will make him gain weight and loose sex drive and the first thing I think is “oh good, less chance of him stepping out on me if he’s fat and impotent”? Yes. Yes it is.
I miss when I was the first and last person you’d text in a day, when you made me a priority. My trust in you was something you strived for. Sometimes I look at you sleeping at night and wonder how you can be the person I love so much and the same person I hate equally for hurting me repeatedly.
I’m overwhelmed, exhausted, overly insecure, terrified, stressed, lonely, isolated, in need of just a little bit of help. AND YOU TELL ME I NEED TO MEDICATE MYSELF TO CONTROL MY HORMONES? How about you get off your lazy, oblivious, self absorbed ass and help me!
