I hate being in another country sometimes. There’s only so much I can do from here and I feel like a burden for having to ask for your help.
I know that you do it. I’m not stupid. You are keeping me out, but it’s not the same as when we’re together and you do it. I am physically there. i can keep pushing to find out whats wrong. I can only do that so far here. If you don’t want to tell me something or you want to ignore me all you have to do is ignore my texts. That simple. I try to get through to you, but I only get as far as you let me. Which is never very far. I don’t know what your reasoning is, whether you think it’s for my own good or if it’s for yourself. But all I know that doing it doesn’t help. We are already seperated physically. But by doing what your doing puts another wall between us. By keeping me out, you are choosing to be by yourself. To take all of the stress and fear on yourself. But it not only puts you by yourself it also forces me to be alone. Without my bestfriend. Without my little girl. Without my newborn son. Without everything. Everything. Literally everything. They may not be able to talk, or carry a conversation, but when you keep me out, I don’t hear anything about them. I don’t get to hear what new words Abby has learned. Or how much more Aiden is smiling more. And what can I really do? The extent of it is to ask you not too. To plead with you to talk to me. Even if it’s only about what your stressed and scared about. I can see it on your face on skype. I can read it in your one word texts. And I can hear it in your voice. The thing I don’t think you realize is that your not alone in what your feeling.You’re not alone in worrying about money. You’re not alone in stressing about the move. But you are choosing to take it on alone by keeping me out. I’m your husband, not the boy you had met in high school. Where you don’t know them so you keep them out to not get hurt. When have I hurt you? We are going on 3 years of marriage. I didn’t think I still had to prove my worthiness of you letting me in. I thought you trusted me. You are treating me like I am just a random stranger. And we are definately more than that.
Please come back to me.
All credit goes to - japharts
This, literally, is dead on exactly how I feel, and probably a lot of you guys too.
i’ve never seen a comic that narrates what is consistently running through my head so thoroughly
like i know logically that its untrue but god that voice in my head will not shut up telling me this shit
hey if anybody feels like this right now i just want u to know that the creepy shadow voice telling you all that stuff IS a lie and you are very valuable to the people in your life
<3 stay tough space cowboys
God this is scary accurate.
We do have our own nicknames.