So, I rest on the couch. My husband decided to take it for a nap today. He knows. I've asked for the space. He pushes. It isn't making things better. It makes them worse. He wants me to go back. To make his life better and to make him feel better. I can't. I won't. That's more accurate. I can do anything. I am choosing not to. That's pretty tough. But, it's true. It's on me. My fault. My choice. My decision. Yet...I STILL can't get what I need. Feeling safe in my own home. Feeling comfortable. Being able to rest. I want to go rent a place. To take the kids. Because it's obvious that he won't give me any space. But, I want to stay in my house. Maybe he could pay rent. Just kidding.
So cold. Need to warm up. Emotional cold is hard. Very uncomfortable. Tired. Need to rest.
grace to you
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