He told me from jump he was busy. On top of that, he told me he was emotionally distant. I told him I could handle it. He asked me if I was sure. I told him I wasn't, but I could try.

He never said he'd try.

And here I am, with my feelings hurt, wondering why I'm giving so much and he's giving nothing. Just like those whiny females I hate, and talk shit about all the time.

Because he never said he'd compromise for me. He never said he'd sacrifice for me. And he shouldn't have to. I offered to compromise. I offered to sacrifice. That's exactly what's happening. And if I can't handle that, I should just (wo)man up and let it go.

The difference between me and the whiny females I hate and talk shit about all the time, is that I'm not mad he's not trying. I'm not trying to make him change. I mean, I do think he could try, and I do think it'd do him good to change, but it's not about him. I'm mad I agreed to some shit that I couldn't handle, knowing I couldn't handle it, just hoping somehow it'd work out.

I'm not holding out on the hope he'll change. I'm holding out on the hope that I will. That maybe I can be stronger than I have been, and need less, and then it'll work.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.