It's rather unfortunate. And that, in my mind, is the understatement of the year. The way I see it, however, is that I really don't have any choice. I am sick of so many things. I've often times described it as the "Death Of A Thousand Cuts" instead of something quick and easy, as it could have been. Especially if done over the past year at the very least.
Truth is, I'm a sucker. I've said this many times. I want to believe. I feel an obligation. And at least til recently, the desire. A few recent events have proven to me that it's just never going to change. And I probably should have realized that a long time ago. I think I did...because I remember saying it on a regular basis for the past few years. Hearing Shelly drunkenly say "I don't want to get past it" and the all-too real unfunny "jokes" or "laughing" about "Mama you would die out here"...just puts the icing on the cake. It really shows me she never had any intention of moving out here. And that's what it would take for us to be together as long as Todd wants to stay in school here.
I get so goddamn tired of noone. NoOne appreciating the fact that I've made a decision to stay here so Todd can not only enjoy his school (as compared to the not liking school in metroplex area schools) but excel in a lot of areas. It's all taken for granted. Especially by Shelly.
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