Long Enough
Jul. 10th, 2002 10:21 amIt is time that I put a stop to this. I am frustrated to no end. I am tired of not knowing how you feel or what you think. I'm tired of wondering if you have emotions. I'm tired of your games. I'm tired of washing your dishes. I'm tired of going to bed unhappy. I don't know why the old wounds never healed, but I'm tired of waiting for them. I wish I knew you better, there is so much that seems to be either hidden or missing. I think the only worthwhile part of our relationship that is left is physical and that is not what I want. I don't know what you will think of this, it's so hard to tell what you want out of life or people or a relationship. I think it is time we stopped teasing ourselves and moved on. Doesn't it strike you as sad that it was news I wrote in my paper journal when we were getting along. I desperately want you to make things better and convince me that everything will be fine, but we've been down that path before. I'm sorry that I lack the capacity to forgive, but I thing the pain is too deep for the relationship to ever truly recover.
Made Public: 2/11/03
Ed. note: I don't think that anymore...
Made Public: 2/11/03
Ed. note: I don't think that anymore...