I’m really at my wit’s end here. Before I say anything to you, I think and think and think about it some more. Trying to come up with the most ’sensitive’ way to articulate my points across. And 9 out of 10 times, I fail. Miserably. I either came across too strongly. Or too rudely. Or just plain insensitively.
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I’m definitely fighting a losing battle. Of that, I am sure.
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I spoke to Sweatheart about it. And to the one other person who’d be closest to understanding you. Thankfully, speaking to him makes me feel alot better about how difficult you’ve been of late. He reminded me again of how thankful he is that I chose to stay. He chose the easy way out 10 years ago when he packed his bags and left, visiting only once a year.
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It’s not like I have a choice, right?
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We’ve been thru too much together. And I’m very aware of the many sacrifices you’ve made for me throughout the years. So, despite all that you may throw my way now … I will never, ever give up on you. I may release the tolerance string once in awhile. But I will never let go. Ever.
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