I don't think you fully understand what you're doing to me. What you're doing to my stand point of our relationship.
I don't think you understand that I try so hard not to cry every night when you're out in the other room doing what you do.
I don't think you understand just how much pain I feel.
It hurts that you broke your promise entirely. I bent the promise so you would eat when you were sick. But now that you're better?
It hurts that you can't make the responsible choice in doing it sparingly.
I feel like the wet blanket. The odd one out of everything.
I'm standing firm in what I believe in on this topic and it's just so very hard to do.
I'm getting close to the breaking point of standing at the fork in the road. Do I stay firm or do I cave in and participate.
There's not appeal to me in what you are doing, but I feel like it's one other thing that you and I can do, then it will be okay.
There's another choice in the road, where I just leave and never come back. That road however, I try so hard to stay away from.
