Post by hurtnomore on Oct 6, 2015 14:58:16 GMT -5
Tomorrow we get to tell each other what we really think for the first time .
Tomorrow she will be hurt.
Tomorrow I will speak my mind, express my profound disappointment and the stress of being the sole bread winner, of how she stifled my growth while she lost her years.
Tomorrow I will cry out of pain and out of relief.
Tomorrow I get to say what I need to say.
Tomorrow she will accuse me of oppression, and lash out.
She will bite, demand sympathy and accuse.
Tomorrow I will listen, forgive but not forget. I will explain though I am not sure why. Tomorrow she will need to hear me. But she may not. I don't know. I don't really know what she wants but...
Tomorrow will be the beginning of the end.
Tomorrow will be the end of the beginning.
I do not want to hurt her. I do not want to be hurt. I don't want to hurt anymore.
I want my little ones not to sad or confused.
I want them to know that I will love them always.
I want her to be happy though I know I can no longer grant her that.
She must chose.
As must I.
Tomorrow she will be hurt.
Tomorrow I will speak my mind, express my profound disappointment and the stress of being the sole bread winner, of how she stifled my growth while she lost her years.
Tomorrow I will cry out of pain and out of relief.
Tomorrow I get to say what I need to say.
Tomorrow she will accuse me of oppression, and lash out.
She will bite, demand sympathy and accuse.
Tomorrow I will listen, forgive but not forget. I will explain though I am not sure why. Tomorrow she will need to hear me. But she may not. I don't know. I don't really know what she wants but...
Tomorrow will be the beginning of the end.
Tomorrow will be the end of the beginning.
I do not want to hurt her. I do not want to be hurt. I don't want to hurt anymore.
I want my little ones not to sad or confused.
I want them to know that I will love them always.
I want her to be happy though I know I can no longer grant her that.
She must chose.
As must I.