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Friday, January 13, 2012

My breaking point...

Posted on Fri, Jan 13, 2012 at 11:06 AM

I know a relationship is hard work and commitment and compromise but God dammit, when is it my turn? When, in all of this, will you try and actually satisfy MY needs instead of obsessing over what YOU need and want. I've done this for so long and you can see I'm worn out and near my wits end yet you just keep asking for more from me. You're crushing me.

Just because you're too sensitive and broken and needy and your mom was a bitch and you have tonnes of baggage, why does it have to be dumped on me? Why has OUR relationship turned into something you can use a crutch? If you actually gave two shits about how I feel, like you say you do, you'd end this sorry mess you call a partnership and let me go. You'd let me be with somebody who can truly appreciate me instead of trying to hoard me all for yourself like a desperate little puppy clinging onto its master's leg because it can't handle being left alone.

You make me hate you. Do you have any idea the amount of resentment this builds up? And then I'm still supposed to WANT to have sex with you non stop? Do you even listen to yourself?

You'll never let me go, not even for your own good. You don't want to try and be stronger and challenge yourself or anybody else. You're too weak and dependent. You threaten to come undone and I can't trust what you'll do to yourself. And despite everything I actually do fucking love you for YOU, the person you used to be, the person you showed me when we were first together years ago and the one I fell in love with. The healthy person who I deserve to be with. You let fear become the driving force in your life and now I'm stuck to either circle the drain with you and try my hardest to fix YOUR life so our child won't grow up in a broken home, or just leave to look like the cold partner who destroyed our little family and let the guilt eat me alive.

And of course you'll play the victim. Your whole life you've been a victim and it makes me sick. Take some fucking responsibility for your own feelings and stop making everybody else do it. Be a man. Be my man, the one you used to be. —Your Girlfriend/Therapist

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