Ever feel like not sharing because of fear?
What I want to say is frightening to me. I've tried so hard to make things work. I still think it could work, but things don't seem to be heading in the right direction. The longer I stay with him, the more his negativity destroys me that much more. I understand him. I have compassion. I do love him. I saw an image of us together forever, but it's slowly fading to me alone in my own place again simply for my own mental health.
It's so painful. It slowly creeps up on you and destroys your mind. I can't even work anymore. Being selfless is destructive. I can't stop thinking about ways to correct HIS life, but once again I'm with someone that seems to think his own initiative is pointless. I understand his past; it's awful. So is mine.
How many partners will I suffer through before I might meet one individual that doesn't drive me into therapy?
What is the point of all of this? I was more happy alone.