Depressed
Lonely
Sad
Drowning
Worthless
Unhappy
Unloved
Unappreciated
Unwanted
Tired
Exhausted
Hurting
Wanting
Needing
More
Attention
Affection
Closeness
Love
Something
Anything
Nothing
Dark
Cold
Ugly
Useless
Waste
Of
Time
Forgotten
Left
Behind
Unnecessary
Terrible
Wife
Friend
Step-mother
Never
A
Real
Mother
Unseen
Misunderstood
Ignored
Neglected
Belittled
Angry
Lacking
Desiring
Resorting
Sinning
Longing
Fantasizing
Hoping
Disappointing
Expectations
Shattered
Selfish
Selfless
Self
Loathing
Doubt
Worry
Fear
Aching
Empty
Numb
Feelings
Sleep
Get
Away
Now
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Sunday, January 19, 2014
You never follow me
You never follow me when I leave. If I left and never came back would you then try to come after me?
I don't feel safe with you. I let it all fester inside because I'm too afraid of what will happen when it all comes out. Finally I can't take it and I try to tell you calmly how I'm feeling and you shatter those feelings like they're worthless. Brush them aside, insult them, belittle them and make me feel like an idiot for caring. When your actions push me to my breaking point, to the absolute worst holes of insecurity and rejection, when I desperately need you to reassure and encourage and validate your love for me, when I need you to be MY man and stick up for me and fight for my heart, in those desperate moments you abandon me. You throw up defensive walls and spit out angry retorts. You roll over annoyed and just fall asleep leaving me broken inside, unable to find rest in sleep when I feel so insignificant. Why don't my feelings matter to you?
Why do you want to spend all your time with Xbox and YouTube? If that's what you want out of life then why did you marry me at all? If I'm just an annoying complication then why the Hell am I even here?
I love you so much and it terrified me. I'm so tired of being disappointed and feeling like you'll never love me the same way. I'm never going to matter to you that much am I? I'm never going to be what you want to spend your time with. I'm never going to be what you rush home to. Instead you rush home to beat me, to find solace in your electronic world before that annoying wife of yours comes home. Why am I here? Why did you marry me? What do I give your life? I'm not what you want. Family is not what you want. You just want to be left alone with yourself and your computer and tv and phone screens.
Do you even feel me pulling away from you? I feel hurt and I feel anger and then I shut it off, like flipping a switch. I turn off the need I have inside for you. I turn it off because it hurts too much. Needing you is too hard when you not only don't need me back, but don't even want me at all.
I wonder if this is why she left. If 15 years of days and nights like this finally took their toll if she's finally had enough hurt and disappointment. If that's why she found solace in other men's attention. If she turned off her own need for you too many times and eventually never bothered to turn it back on again. Or if the switch broke all together so that even if she tried to turn it back on it was simply too late. I wonder if that will be me someday. She loved you desperately once. I love you desperately now. But what happens after 15 years of this between us? Will I turn that switch off for good someday too? Will I get up and walk out and not come back? If I do, if that day comes, will you come after me then? Or will I be sitting there, waiting for nothing, for you, who never comes. Sort of like right now.
How can you sleep? Why don't you ever come after me? Why can't you listen to my feelings, CARE about them, and calm my heart with tender reassuring words?
I don't know what to do. I love you so much all I want right now is to run back to our room and crawl in next to you and hold you so tight and so close. But this has to change. I need more from you than this. I need to be chosen. All a woman wants from a man is to be chosen. Choose me over YouTube. Choose me over Xbox. Choose me to fill your time. Choose me to rush home to. Choose to love me the most. To need me the most. To want me the most.
I do it for you. I choose you. Choose me. Come after me. Before it's too late.
I don't feel safe with you. I let it all fester inside because I'm too afraid of what will happen when it all comes out. Finally I can't take it and I try to tell you calmly how I'm feeling and you shatter those feelings like they're worthless. Brush them aside, insult them, belittle them and make me feel like an idiot for caring. When your actions push me to my breaking point, to the absolute worst holes of insecurity and rejection, when I desperately need you to reassure and encourage and validate your love for me, when I need you to be MY man and stick up for me and fight for my heart, in those desperate moments you abandon me. You throw up defensive walls and spit out angry retorts. You roll over annoyed and just fall asleep leaving me broken inside, unable to find rest in sleep when I feel so insignificant. Why don't my feelings matter to you?
Why do you want to spend all your time with Xbox and YouTube? If that's what you want out of life then why did you marry me at all? If I'm just an annoying complication then why the Hell am I even here?
I love you so much and it terrified me. I'm so tired of being disappointed and feeling like you'll never love me the same way. I'm never going to matter to you that much am I? I'm never going to be what you want to spend your time with. I'm never going to be what you rush home to. Instead you rush home to beat me, to find solace in your electronic world before that annoying wife of yours comes home. Why am I here? Why did you marry me? What do I give your life? I'm not what you want. Family is not what you want. You just want to be left alone with yourself and your computer and tv and phone screens.
Do you even feel me pulling away from you? I feel hurt and I feel anger and then I shut it off, like flipping a switch. I turn off the need I have inside for you. I turn it off because it hurts too much. Needing you is too hard when you not only don't need me back, but don't even want me at all.
I wonder if this is why she left. If 15 years of days and nights like this finally took their toll if she's finally had enough hurt and disappointment. If that's why she found solace in other men's attention. If she turned off her own need for you too many times and eventually never bothered to turn it back on again. Or if the switch broke all together so that even if she tried to turn it back on it was simply too late. I wonder if that will be me someday. She loved you desperately once. I love you desperately now. But what happens after 15 years of this between us? Will I turn that switch off for good someday too? Will I get up and walk out and not come back? If I do, if that day comes, will you come after me then? Or will I be sitting there, waiting for nothing, for you, who never comes. Sort of like right now.
How can you sleep? Why don't you ever come after me? Why can't you listen to my feelings, CARE about them, and calm my heart with tender reassuring words?
I don't know what to do. I love you so much all I want right now is to run back to our room and crawl in next to you and hold you so tight and so close. But this has to change. I need more from you than this. I need to be chosen. All a woman wants from a man is to be chosen. Choose me over YouTube. Choose me over Xbox. Choose me to fill your time. Choose me to rush home to. Choose to love me the most. To need me the most. To want me the most.
I do it for you. I choose you. Choose me. Come after me. Before it's too late.
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