talk

can we just talk about us. not about your jobs, not about the girls, not about volleyball and not about just how our day was. i just want to have a meaningful conversation where i can be heard. i'm gone at work all day and so are you. but i'm slowly breaking apart just knowing that fact that there is no communication any more. i feel like crying every day because i know that you aren't going to even say hello to me. first thing i hear after you get home and say hi, is volleyball. it's fine that you are very passinate about that sport, but understand that that is not something that i am passionate about. i'm passionate about the face that you are passionate about it. i always ask how you are doing, but you never ask me how i'm doing. i'm so close to my breaking point of just bawling my eyes out every time i see you. and i'm scared when you open your mouth because all i'm going to hear is volleyball.

every now and then i want to talk about me. yes i vent to you about work, but when i'm done, i don't want to talk or even think about work. i'm screaming for attention and you just over look that fact. i don't even know what i'm going to do. i feel so alone all the time. i'm so stressed out about this and yet you don't see it at all. i tell you i miss you and you just say it right back. i don't really hear any real meaning behind it. when i tell you i miss you i really truly mean it to the point where i'm almost in tears. yet you just look away and start up another conversation about volleyball. i don't even know who you are anymore, and i no longer know who i am either. i just feel like i'm just sitting here waiting for you to come home, except, the man that comes home, isn't the man i remembered. i'm slowly dying inside, please come and save me. i no longer have the strenght to save myself.