I hide behind a smile, a laugh, an “I’m fine,” but deep down inside I want to scream every time you do this to me. I’m not like you I can only take so much before i completely snap and lose it. I can’t take the jokes or taunts like you. I’ve become weak and fragile after years of you building me down.
When you’re in a relationship with a workaholic, you have to be okay with being alone. But being alone makes you think terrible and sometimes even do terrible things. It’s a never ending battle, and something I struggle with everyday.