We are not friends. You do not like me. I really don’t like you. It’s a mutual hatred. So far you have made me feel like a semi truck ran over my body and then backed up and ran me over again. You’ve given me a constant headache. You’ve caused extreme, severe, exhaustion. You have given me hot flashes causing me to sweat worse than a whore in church. You have made me light headed. You have made my legs hurt. You’ve made me have a constant thirst. You’ve given me constant nausea.
While I don’t like you and while you give me all these problems (at different times), I am willing to continue this relationship with you for a short while. As much as I hate to admit it, I need you. My sister needs you. We will get through this. I will end this engagement on a happy note. Until then…be kind. Please be kind.
No Love Here,