And so begins my week of disgrace.
This is the point where I feel like really
speaking my opinion.
I guess I’m finally learning
to shut my mouth though.
It’s actually a good thing when I’m telling you how I feel.
My silence means I can’t be bothered anymore.
One of us gets to choose when we see each other.
One of us has the pleasure of being waited on hand and foot.
One of us has sex on tap.
One of us is never wrong.
One of us is always a top priority.
One of us wins an argument with violence.
One of us uses the silent-treatment to punish.
One of us doesn’t realise how close they are to not being one of us anymore.