I am giving up on you. Every time I think of you I feel this overwhelming rush of disappointment. I wonder (sometimes) why I ever bothered. It’s not like you felt my love anyway. I tried so hard to love you. I cooked special dinners (which you criticized) I came to visit (which you took for granted) I doted on you and tried so hard to please you… but I give up… You never wanted to know me. You never liked anything that had to do with me. I feel like every time my heart was brought out for you to see it was criticized, judged, not good enough, too emotional, too much of a bleeding heart, not loving enough, not affectionate enough… too depressed, too dark… too sad… too silly… I am tired of it all. I give up…
I am enough. I am enough for me. I am good enough, smart enough, kind enough, loving enough… I am enough. I can do this.
captivatingbitter 