Thursday, September 3, 2015

17 days

It's been 17 days since I began to hate my boyfriend, and it's not getting any better. In fact, I think it's worse...

I don't want him anymore. I want him to leave, and I don't think I even care what happens to him. I wish I didn't feel this way. I wish he could have made this work, but I don't think he can and I can't compensate anymore. I won't.

So he's on the air mattress, and I'm in the bedroom. Night after night lately. We're only roommates, and I'm ok with that. And if I had anywhere else to go, I would.

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