We spoke about us, not the easiest conversation to be had. we let out and shared feelings and emotions, no ones intention was to be harsh but not every word or sentence was easy to say. we both know things needed to be said.
6 years in and all this unhappiness should be a sin, love isnt lacked but understanding is, things are a mess, your fault and mine, our team efforts were more you, then I, never a we or an us. Maybe we just went about us all wrong, i lost myself and my power in a world we created, you became so comfortable there too. Motivation, support, communication and understanding became less and less important there,in this world we created all I have to do is exist and you are content, in this world I became only a mom and a wife, being just human or a woman was no more. Everything for the family, no time for just mommy, while daddy is always at work. We both agree now, this isn’t ok.
In 6 years we’ve said **** our individuality and just existed. We both wanted so much more. I try to motivate you as best I can, but you forget to do so back. I support you in whatever, you have trouble showing me support, I express my feeling and wait to hear yours, you just look at me and say “I love you and I’m sorry”, i always try to be understanding, and sometimes you do too. God were both just ******* tired. it’s become an unbroken cycle, ******* upon *******. And I’m ******* sick of repeating this. No more pause, rewind, and play lets just make a change. Because in 6 years you’ve become my best friend, even when its been cloudy you’ve always been there for me. Whether I’m here, there or anywhere’s that will always matter. But maybe we need space so that we can grow, I love you baby but I want more, so maybe I just need to go.