His Royal Highness
It’s probably the most frustrating thing in the world to be in love with a Aries. Egotistical as all hell, but also deeply insecure. The dichotomy in his hypocrisy is staggering and somehow I have become the scapegoat in all of his frustrations.
I cannot imagine a world where I would constantly blame the shortcomings of my day on the world around me. I feel as though he is projecting his anger on his own inability to navigate all the situations that are less than ideal. Instead he turns to drinking, yelling, and blaming. I have become a source of aggression, and I feel myself becoming more negative as this virus goes on.
I look into the mirror everyday and ask myself why I stay. Am I weak? Do I seek abuse? Or is it all in my own head? Am I the unstable monster who is just insensitive to his emotions because I am swimming in the deep grottos of my own woes?
I stay because things are mostly good. 80% of the time, I feel his kindness. I see his talents and beauty.
20% of the time, I spend in hell. I flinch at loud noises, and I live on the brink of tears.
Everyday, I pray to a god I have never believed in, that this is just the COVID blues.
