Hubs is our of town.

We’re fighting.

It is merciless. Embarassing. Terrible. Painful.

Can’t he just see things my way? I hate doing this. He thinks so logically, so rational, unfortunately nothing about me, or the way my brain works is either of those things. I can’t change it. I can’t change the way I feel. Oh how I wish I could.

Part of me just wants to say “Fuck him” and not be bothered by him.

The other part knows I can’t.

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