July 4, 2007
God, I just need to tell him my side. No matter what word and tone selection I've opted, it never comes out right. Should be enough to sting him, but not enough to burn him down. I'm letting him walk all over me. Well, everywhere except near me. I am not to be put on hold. Yet here I lie, taking it, taking it. Doing the hurting on my time and hiding it from him. All to keep the peace. But where is my peace? The only thing brewing here is dormant resentment that will explode in our faces later.