One day I’ll be strong enough...

One day I’ll be strong enough to leave you after 3 years of being with you.

You have no motivation, your motivation is getting weed& getting high. Your motivation isn’t to get a job, to build a future with me. Your motivation is waiting for me to leave your house so you can go on hangouts and sex talk to females.

You’re almost 22, you don’t want a future. I’ve supported you for almost 3 years, I’m the one who has a job, who has taken you on 3 vacations, has made sure you have had the best birthdays/Christmas/valentines day,but you can’t take the time out to even buy me a card.

You can’t tell me if you want kids, ever to live with me. I drive to you. Not once in the 3 years have you driven to me, we live 30 minutes apart. I am not special.

I am worth more than you make me feel.

I am good enough, but not to you.

How can I leave you, I’ve wasted so much time, money. I thought you were my future, but you’ve fuckin. Destroyed me.