It’s hard to breath, I can feel my heartbeat in my fingertips. My tears burning in my eyes. It’s the small things. My stomach is growling, my shirt soaked with milk. It’s the small things. I don’t want to eat but I have a baby to feed with my body.
I asked him what he loved about me and he told me that love is a choice and that he chooses me to love me despite all my flaws. Then he started talking about my flaws and didn’t really say much positive about why he loved me, just that it was a choice that you make especially when you’re married to love someone. Then he wondered why I looked sad after saying all that stuff about love when all i could think was that he chose to love me because it was good for him.
Then I made a mean comment and I asked him why he couldn’t sacrifice for his family the same way he can sacrifice for drugs. He proceeded to walk out of the room with his head hung low.