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Had a sandwich for lunch.
I can't be with him right now, I can't. I can't marry him right now, he's a mess. I can't figure out why he doesn't understand that it's a terrible idea to get married when he's in financial ruin, with seemingly no way out. I can't seem to understand at all.
I can only work, can only take care of me, can hope that one day he understands.
He calls and wants me to come over, to stay with him. Wants to pretend there's nothing wrong. Cries when I go to my house. Begs to be with me. It's terrible of me, but he's dragging me backwards. He says he loves me, but love won't prevent the repo man from getting the car, or pay the bills, or make him understand why it's really important to me lately that my stuff is paid, or make him understand why I think his choices are so shitty. It doesn't help him to understand that I don't give up the best friends I have for anything, they are my rocks. End of story, if at 32 years old that's so hard for him then whatever. I can't take anymore.
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