i fucking hate you. i'm going to my mom's.

i'm not fucking grateful. you wanna know why? because i feel lonely and miserable. you're never home and it feels like your job matters more than your wife and future children. so yes, i'm being dramatic and yes i'm running to my mom's, because at least she provides something you obviously don't care about : comfort. so fuck you and your money.

i'm not your property. and you still don't understand nothing. you're so so so selfish, i don't even know how i fell for you.

i'm leaving.

i'm needy? so wanting to spend time with you on the weekends, having two full days with my husband is being needy? wanting him home before dinner is being needy? you're a fucking child! you should be married to your job!

no.

no thank you. i was serious when i told you i'm running out of patience alex. this was the last string. i'm done.