Here we go!
So, I think I am ready to ask for a divorce. And not for me or him or the other guy… but for the sake of sanity. You see, someone once told me that there are 2 types of people in this world: givers and takers. I am realizing that I am a giver. Both of you are takers. I feel like the both of you are working together to take whatever you can: attention, 40 hr a week paycheck, childcare, backrubs etc.
Ya see, for years I have given him a backrub to help with headaches, night after night. At the same time I have asked for one myself, and repeatedly been denied. Who knows why, but my hands are tired. I have remembered him. I always get him something he likes from the store, and yet he forgets my birthday. I talk to you, and tell you what I am feeling; however, I am constantly the “crazy bitch” to you. Ugh. He hates me, because I acted out ONE night, and you expect me to be wet and hot from your simple touch with no attention prior and considering my sister could be dying and I have lost a friend… I mean, yup I feel desirable, considering I haven’t showered in 3 days….ew. And he continues to ignore me. No matter what, I keep trying and he avoids eye contact and acts like I said nothing… and you, you want me to spend my night helping you get rid of yet another headache by laying next to you and rubbing your back, while I have been in need for months…
How dare either one of you.
I mean nothing to anyone except my boys. There is no love. N9 such thing as romantic love. There are bonds. There is a connection between souls. Fuck it. Screw love.