Nothing has really changed.

Still begging for time and trying to get him to listen to my small talk about my day.
But he can't even listen to that.

And when he does sit down and apologize for that, it's only because he wants some type of sexual favor in return.
I've had a long day, my feet are swollen, I don't feel well, I'm 7 months pregnant, I just want to lay down and rest.
Possibly enjoy your company, but no.
He doesn't get his way so I can't be happy or relaxed either.



I really want someone to throw me down a flight of stairs, just so I can dodge this bullet I'm about to be hit with.


I love him, but I really think I'm more in love with the idea of him.
Any little fragment of love he shows me, I take it and run with it.
When in actuality that's all that really is, is just a fragment of his love.

He doesn't look at me and adore me, and just love everything about me.
He doesn't count down the minutes until he gets to be in my presence again.
He doesn't kiss me softly.
He doesn't do things to win me over.
He doesn't do things just to see me happy.

He does things out of routine, out of comfort.
I'm just something that's apart of the life he has become so accustomed to.




And that's all.