We say; "we'll do this..." Then something happens and we never do it.
There are emails and emails, there are phone calls. Nothing ever really gets done. I start not to care anymore. You come here, I go there, and it's all the same.
It's because he doesn't put himself between me and the hard stuff. He just lets it hit me. In some ways I like this. It builds character. Then I think; "I have enough character." After that I'm angry. When it's his fault, or when it's his responsibility I wish he'd take some of the blame.
When his brother insults me, when he ignores me about how he talks to that girl, then she just hits on him more... Those things are things he could control. I've warned him. Starting on Thanksgiving I'm going to start a stage of difficult grieving. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he'd stepped in this summer. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he'd protected me a little bit more from the outside world, from those things and people he could've controlled.
When I leave I'll be gone. It's a simple concept and yet still a little complex. Our relationship is like a baby bird, it needs to be protected and yet there it sits all out in the open. I can't be there all the time. I can't be the one to always shelter us.
The fish needs to be fed now.
There are emails and emails, there are phone calls. Nothing ever really gets done. I start not to care anymore. You come here, I go there, and it's all the same.
It's because he doesn't put himself between me and the hard stuff. He just lets it hit me. In some ways I like this. It builds character. Then I think; "I have enough character." After that I'm angry. When it's his fault, or when it's his responsibility I wish he'd take some of the blame.
When his brother insults me, when he ignores me about how he talks to that girl, then she just hits on him more... Those things are things he could control. I've warned him. Starting on Thanksgiving I'm going to start a stage of difficult grieving. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he'd stepped in this summer. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he'd protected me a little bit more from the outside world, from those things and people he could've controlled.
When I leave I'll be gone. It's a simple concept and yet still a little complex. Our relationship is like a baby bird, it needs to be protected and yet there it sits all out in the open. I can't be there all the time. I can't be the one to always shelter us.
The fish needs to be fed now.
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