Monday 4/3/17 Anger
I wake from sweet dreams and smile at you. First thing. You help me up and we get ready for what I think will be another day spent wrapped in you. Soaking up the sun and listening to your voice.
So, how could you do this to me? I love you- no, I worship you. Most importantly, I trust you. You say this is for my own good. But it hurts me. It hurts like no pain I’ve ever felt. I lay here crying while you look down at me saying you’re so so so sorry. But you’re smiling at me like you think my misery is adorable.
Well, it’s not cute. It’s real. And I’m angry as hell.