TIRED
When he gave me back my ring, our ring, this morning, I thought that today was the beginning of better things to come. That things will be alright from now on.
I had been excited the whole day, because I had prepared little gifts for him, created pages for a scrapbook, partly as a belated monthsary gift, and mostly because it's his day... Yes, he is a father. And I love that about him, because I can see how much he loves his kids..
But tonight, a call from an old college barkada just put us back where we were a few days ago. In that place where pain has almost ceased to exist, and numbness has begun to set in. He threw a fit, once more not listening to reason. Once more doubting and distrustful.
What have I done wrong?
I don't want to cry anymore. I AM SO F*CKIN' TIRED.
I cannot feel loved one moment, then feel like the most hated person in the whole world the next.
I love him but how far will that love go, really?
So when do I know enough is enough? When I say it is. For the first time ever in this relationship, I am ready to let go. I am scared shitless. But I'd rather be scared than be hurt over and over again.
He never even got to open his presents.