I push my fingers into my eyes. It's the only way to slowly stop the ache. But it's made of all the things I have to take. Jesus, it never ends, it pushes its way inside. If this pain goes on, I'm not going to make it!
You know, I was doing pretty good. I thought that she was being open with me. But I guess I was wrong. I found something today that she hid the other day. Why hid things. That is NOT honest behavior. Why didn't she just throw it out? Why did she have to save it? It makes me think that I'm wasting my time.
posted by Broken Hubby @ 4:35 PM
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Born in Chaska Minnesota, the youngest son of an engineer turned Methodist Minister. Relocated to the east coast at an early age. Have a beautiful wife and three sons, one from a previous marriage.
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