We are so dysfunctional.
Two rams butting heads.
There never is a right, or wrong.
We know each other's pressure points.
Mine: college dropout, yet privileged by the help of the family I was born into. Alcoholic father who lies.
Him: unemployed, *******, doesn't love me.
Today, in the middle of one of our worst fights I was sobbing.
Suddenly he stepped forward and said,
"baby, don't cry."
He held me for a few seconds until he realized I wasn't going to stop and for some reason, it annoyed him.
The chaos continued.
Somehow we always end up apologizing and saying I love you I love you I love you.
We are a little toxic for each other, but too crazy for the other to end after two years.
I just think it's weird how love works.
It can cover up even the wounds we think won't heal.