I’m not sending you this letter because I think you get angry when I get emotional. I think you are in a mood with me because I’m untidy, still, even after all these years of you moaning at me for it. Isn’t it clear I’m trying so hard to please you.
I sort of hope that’s the reason because tonight I’m going to tidy up and be a domestic goddess while you play computer games. I hope you still love me because at the moment I feel like you don’t. There’s no affection.
I get in trouble or pushed away for asking for a hug.
I would die without you.
Please don’t cheat on my tomorrow.