I'm starting this because of perceptions. No body knows I have problems. No body knows I've got issues with my relationship. I'm not Mrs. Cleaver and he could not be further from her husband. But, no one knows that, and its easier if we just keep it that way. I need to talk to someone about it, mostly him, but never him. He needs to hear it, but it won't change anything, so why bother. He's not upfront with his cruelty so you never see it, you don't suspect it, you can't anticipate it. To top it off its never big either. Its just cruelty to the heart. Its the little things, the little inconsiderations. When he turns his back on me. Please notice me hun.  Can't you feel me kissing you when you're napping? Please understand why I have such a hard time trusting you. Those women on the internet had your attention once and I see how easy it would be for them to gain it back. Why else would you erase your history so religiously? You delight in keeping parts of yourself secret from me and laughing at my attempts to uncover them. Please respect me. You scoff at my ideas and treat me like a silly child. I'm not.
In the name of anonyminity, because I have to get this off my chest; finals are approaching and I need a clear head to study.