Lazuline Life

I don't think he's in love with me. I think he's in love with who he thinks I can be. He keeps saying how much he loves me, but I don't think that's true. You see, he'll be nice to me as long as I'm toeing his line. But the minute I try to be myself, he yells at me, calls me names, and threatens to walk out.

What he doesn't know, is that I'm planning to walk out myself. I don't know when, but it's definitely going to happen. This marriage is doomed, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. I'm calm, and I'm known for my lack of temper, but there's only so many buttons on me one can push. He's tried nearly all. Once the last one is down, that's it for me, him, and anyone else that's involved. It'll be explosion time, and nothing will be contained once the flood gates are opened.

This marriage is over already. I'm in it only physically. Not emotionally, not mentally, not intellectually am I involved.

posted by La Eposa @ 9:07 AM