An open letter
You are probably the love of my life, the best thing and the worst thing that ever happened to me rolled up all in one.
You make me angry, mad, and frustrated all at once. Your constant need for me drives me crazy when all I want is space. This once endearing trait is slowing driving me mad. I understand you need some emotional stability in your life right now, but I am not it. I am not the shinning knight on a white horse coming to save you. I am a girl trying to hold herself together whilst holding you together.
My emotional stability is near on non-existant anymore because I constantly have to make sure you are alright. I need time alone, yet you show up anyway, your needs are higher than mine. I wish you could act your age and grow up. Your excuse for everything going on is that it will work itself out. Your childish faith is growing old.
Our relationship is never going to move anywhere at the present moment. Not until you sort yourself out, until you sort your life out. You avoid confrontation of real issues preferring to hide behind a persona of sadness, whilst playing the ever so loving boyfriend.
You are holding on to me like I am a life raft to a better place. I am not. The tighter you hold the more I am going to push back. I will push you away and I will ruin this relationship, because you are always the victim.
