I’ve known that you don’t see the world as I do. I get that. We each see things differently. What I didn’t know is what you are hiding. What you actually are feeling.
Poly? Really? The man who preaches loyalty, trust and affection for me? And you agree with it? Knowing it breaks my heart and I feel that it’s cheating, because I never agreed to it.
I should have known. The different girls. The numerous fuck ups. I hate you. I hate I gave up my life for you. My degree, my military carrier, my family. For what? Daily fighting, resentment, and distrust? I’m the weird one?? You’ve always felt this way and hidden it, but I’m the one who is wrong?
I wish I could leave. But as you said, you would just stalk me, tortue my new life and possibly kill anyone else I’d ever come to love. Congratulations, you’ve trapped me and crushes my soul.