I have no real say in our relationship, it’s your way or the highway.
You choose when I see you, you choose what we do. You choose what we eat and you choose when we go to bed. You choose what program we watch, and you choose what side you sleep on. You choose our fuck position, hell, you even choose when we fuck.
I won’t bother asking you for sex again – I’ve learnt you leave me hanging.
I won’t bother wearing sexy lingerie for you again – I’ve learnt you don’t notice.
I won’t bother texting you good morning again – I’ve learnt I’ll get no reply.
I won’t bother inviting you for dinner again – I’ve learnt how busy you are.
I’ll try not to feel jealous or insecure again – I’ve learnt that makes you angry.
I won’t bother waiting when you “hope” to get here soon – I’ve learnt “hope” means nope.
I won’t bother giving any more of myself to you. I’ve learnt I only get crumbs of your life in return.
- you just pushed her away again (apocalypticlaugh.wordpress.com)