I’m sorry.

It was never your fault.

I’m unhappy.

Men can’t help their wandering eye. Sometimes I wonder if they even recognize it as a curse …

I don’t want to be like the girls you notice.

In fact, I don’t want to be noticed at all.

I want you to go… far from me.

I need to be alone with myself.

I want to be able to look at me and love me.

The way I never have.

Something is always wrong.

Never fully satisfied.

It’s never your fault.

How could you’ve ever set your sights on me…

I fail to do so as well, I always have.

“Why can’t you just take me as I am?”

“Why won’t you except me?”

“I’ve tried all of these things… but it’s never good enough for you.”

“I keep you alive, I keep you fed. I bare your child and it’s still not enough for you to love me.”

– You’re so ungrateful. I go to bed hating myself even more.

Instead of apologizing.

Instead of admitting I am wrong.

“I do love you.”

And I am so sorry… that “I” put you through more pain than he will ever do.

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