Stoppit!

Stoppit stoppit stoppit, gez.. how many times do I have to tell you… how nice do I have to be about it… he sounds like my mother… what is wrong w me? Why do I lie about little shit w/o even thinking about it? Why is my instinct to bat n hit at people when I’m shocked? What does it mean when he says things like this set him in a pissy mood every night, makes him want to draw back or at least not get any closer … what am I doing to us and why can’t I “git right”

~ by lostwidow on 2012/08/28.