moving on up

There’s nothing worse than the anxiety of not wanting to go home. It’s supposed to be a sanctuary… the place you long for… the place you go when you need comfort and security. But sometimes it’s not like that… sometimes home is just the place you live with someone you don’t know very well anymore. We used to be so close… how did we get here? How did we fall so far….? I can remember days when I would rush to get home… I was so excited to see you because I’d missed you all day. But now I find myself doing just about anything to stay at work just a little longer… Even on days when it’s stressful and I’m in a constant state of anxiety – it’s nothing compared to feeling of the drive home because I know home is going to be so much worse… It’s not supposed to be like this. Home is supposed to be the place you feel safe… the place you long for. It’s not supposed to be warzone. So I guess this is me waving my white flag because I want things to be how they were… I want feel safe in your arms again and know that everything is okay…. I want to come home.