Gone In A Flicker

It’s so hard to be married. Waking up to the same guy day after day. Dealing with all of his stupid moments and all of his faults.

Why doesn’t he ever tie up the bread bag?

Why can’t he lower the toilet lid so the dog doesn’t get into the toilet?

Why can’t he take his dirty laundry downstairs himself? Why do I have to do it?

Why do I have to do everything around here?

Why can’t he chip in for once?

It’s just.

Just so many little things that annoy me about him. So many things I wish I could change about him. No. Things that he should change about himself. Why should I do all of the hard work?

Why does it always come down to me doing everything?

*sigh*

It isn’t that I don’t love him anymore. I do. I guess I do.

I just wish—