Poison in Journal

Fucking poison
I’m surrounded by people who want nothing good for me.
Well. I have 1 friend. One. And she’s busy with a newborn.
Fucking HATE people who want to give marital advice with no self reflection. Like oh really? How’s your marriage going, again?
stfu. Jesus.
People suck. Most people. Almost all people.

And you know what? I’m indispensable.
I have for so long, undervalued myself that I even now don’t take into account my own worth. DH can’t live without me. Not because he physically couldn’t… but because I’ve given him more value than he could get anywhere else. My anger is the symptom of this value disparity. He does not recognize, acknowledge, appreciate, or thank me for that value.
He will, though. He has to. He doesn’t have any other options.
I don’t say that because I want him to find that out. I don’t. I want to be loved. And I don’t think I can settle for any less.
Not anymore.

Last updated February 09, 2021