Confessing really hurts. Saying sorry
Confessing really hurts. Saying sorry is even worse. Telling him I'm not in love with him is life destroying for him. 10 years, I've changed. We are too different. Our kids are him. I want to run. I don't want to say sorry or tell him I'm not in love with him. I just want to dissapear and start a life somewhere else. United States sounds good. Antartica, if only it could be inhabited. Why don't I love my own kids? Why do I think like this?