I am getting very tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of knowing she is spending hours a day on the telephone with her boyfriend. Tired of knowing that the last man she has had sex with was not me. Tired of being treated like an acquaintance. A doormat.
TAL, I sense that the time is coming very soon where I will tell her to $hit or get the F*** of the pot. Choose. Not sure when, but we will have this discussion very soon.
I know that I deserve better than this. I can do better than this. It's time. Is this my lot in life? Our lot?? I think not, not for any of us who are reading this. We all deserve better.
I know that a lot of this is my depression talking. I have an appointment to see my doctor (if you recall, I was on Cymbalta for two weeks... ditched it because of insomnia - been taking nothing for a few months now). I need an AD.
Thanks for checking in on me ladies. You're all swell....just swell.
