Ranting it Hard
I couldn’t take it anymore. Again and again she did it to me.
She claimed that I never take care of her feelings, has she ever taken care of mine?
She said that I think I am always right, does she not think the same?
She said I could never understand her because I’ve got a husband, a soul mate to lean on. Does that make me lesser of a person to understand how others feel?
She said she wanted to know what is wrong with her, yet she denied everything that I pointed out to her.
Again, it’s my fault for getting angry with her when she was in a bad mood, ’cause I could never understand.
I cried on a shoulder and she cried on a pillow alone, that always makes me the fortunate one and she the unfortunate one?
I feel like swearing. I could swear in all the languages that I know right now.
I’ve earned every little thing that I have today. I face my own problems and I solve them all beautifully. I earn my respect from others by doing what is required of me.
Now, I am confused, once again. Am I such a bad person? Do I always think that I am right? Can someone tell me honestly?
I gotta ask Andrew, he is the only person who wouldn’t lie to me.