I hate you. So much. I hate being around you. I hate the way you talk to me, and about me. I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the way you won't communicate with me. I hate they way you won't help me. I hate that I'm so pregnant with your second baby and you look at me like a problem. I hate the way our marriage is a sham 99% of the time. I hate the way I feel stuck with you. But most of all. I hate the way I don't hate you. I hate the way I love you. I hate the way I want you to love me back. I hate that I've been such a fool. I hate myself.