Last night we were lying in bed and he was telling stories for a long time and I was just listening and asking the occasional clarifying question and he asked, "Why are you just letting me go on and on?" I replied, "You know why. Do you want me to say it?" and he answered, "No, don't say it." He knows that answer is, "Because I love you."
Today I realized This is the best bad relationship of my life. He doesn't love me and acknowledges it, yet he treats me better than men (or even women friends, rarely) who profess to love me, yet hurt me endlessly.
FACEBOOK MESSAGES WITH LISA:
Me: I
just realized this: I am in the best bad relationship of my life. I am
not being abused and right now the things that I receive are enough to
overcome the things that I don't. I am not required or even requested to
give more than I can or to do anything that I don't like. Does that
make any sense at all?
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