We are with each other 24 hours a day. We live together. We work together. We raise kids together. We do everything together. 99% of the time, this is perfect. But when you walk up to the bathroom door and shout “Are you taking a dump!?” I want to leave you.

How do you not understand that there are some things that I consider private, even after I have TOLD you that I feel that way? Do you have NO sense of courtesy? Do you find it funny that you prevent me from doing the most basic things? That’s right… your little “funny interruption” causes me to be unable to shit unless you are OUT of the house, or I managed to go somewhere without you! Imagine why I have constipation issues.

Do me a favor and climb out of my ass for just 5 minutes a day so I don’t resent you for this little should-be-insignificant annoyance.

Oh my god. I’m starting Grad school next week, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life. One minute I tell myself I’ll be fine, that this is going to be a lot like undergrad, just more focused on what you want to do. And the next minute I tell myself that I have been completely WASTING my entire summer working instead of preparing/studying more for my placement tests, even though I know it wouldn’t have done me any good and if I HADN’T been working 2 jobs 7 days a week, there’s no way I could’ve afforded to go to grad school in the first place…
To top it all off, this is the first time in my life that I’m not living in the same state as my family (I went to undergrad just 20 mins away from my parents’ house, and now I’m living in an apartment alone 9 hours away). I don’t know anybody here except for my landlady, and I’ve barely left my apartment since I got here.
I know that this wasn’t a mistake. This is what I want to do. I just wish I wasn’t scared shitless about it…

It hurts so bad. There’s a pain in my chest that won’t go away. I know I did wrong. It hurts me to know that I’ve hurt you. I know I led you on and made you think that we could be when I knew it was pretty much an impossibility.

Last night I told you there was a season during which I was willing to let everything go for you. During those times that we were alone together in your house; I was willing. If you’d have asked me, I’d have done it. But you didn’t. And now I’ve had a change of heart.

I’m trying so hard to go back to the way things were before I fell for you. But I can’t. The pain is just there, in my chest. I can’t sleep. I can’t go along without thinking of you and what it was like when you put your arm around me, and held me close. I can’t listen to the music we shared you without thinking of laying next to you in the cemetery.

I never thought this would hurt so much.

And the worst part is that I don’t know how much I’ve hurt you.

I can see the divorce coming from a mile away. My SIL and BIL are heading to divorce court even if nobody else sees it yet. Its been doomed from day one. Arranged marriages just dont work anymore. She put on 50 lbs in the last year… that didnt help either oh and bad talking your MIL to her relatives was a bad move. So was telling about your non existent sex life to MILs relatives. You are so screwed.

oh you wanna talk about our relationship huh?
fine go the fuck ahead cuz i am done.
u said u’ll be at the cafe, but u never came. i called u and texted u like so many times but u never responded.
u little bastard, i know where the fuck ur now and know exactly what ur doing.
ur fucking the slut arent you? worthless piece of a shit. i’d have ripped ur balls apart if i knew about this earlier.
guess what? i have a surprise for u when u come home
ur fav ps3 and giant ass flat screen tv – all smashed with a hammer.
oh and forgot to tell u, im taking the car keys .
good bye