No call, no show
They say patience is a virtue, but so is keeping your word. My patience is dwindling and I don't even know how to say it anymore. I don't ever doubt that he truly loves me, but I don't know if I can deal without him needing me. I know, I shouldn't be needed. That's why I'm running away from. Trying to be my own person and find someone who is his own person as well. Well fuck me, I sure found him. And I'm lucky! But how to reprogram my association of love/want/need? I guess this means it's time to call the psychologist again. PS- It's so fucked up that I can't seem to find someone I feel comfortable with sharing this.













