#so'd

I’m the one that’s completely heartbroken, and yet I’m comforting him. Typical.

Oh god. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Help.

I know you’re probably doing this to test me, make sure I won’t turn on you like they did, or something. But please. Stop. I don’t know how much more I can take before you completely break me.

It’s really starting to feel like you don’t love me. Honestly, why the fuck did you even marry me? So it would hurt more when you attacked me?

I know he said it as part of a joke about him dying, but hearing him say ‘loving husband’ makes my gut clench in the best way possible.

I feel like I know what you want, but don’t at the same time. You want me to control you, but to what extent? What parts of your life do you need me to take over? How do I know when you want to handle something yourself? We really need to talk this out before I have a nervous breakdown.