There are times I feel like a fraud. The inside of me doesn’t match the outside of me. I feel like a foreigner in a foreign land. How do you make others understand that they are not speaking your language and speaking “louder” doesn’t make it any easier to understand.
I want the mister to follow his dream, to do what is best for him and in turn what may be best for us. I’m at a point where I’m struggling to put in the work. Where I don’t care what language he’s speaking…I just don’t want to hear it.
I feel selfish and angry. Will I ever get to a place of peace?
There are things that I can’t say, things that can’t be discussed without hurt feelings and door slamming.
Love isn’t always enough even though I know it’s a firm foundation, I’m reassessing what we’re trying to build.