For years our marriage has been a volatile one, promises of change never happen.
Apparently it's all my fault, i'm the moody one, the one who has a go at the kids, oh lets not i was the one who had an affair.
Everytime i want to speak my mind i think what's the point, you will never listen, i get the affair shoved in my face, i get called names, you slag my family off.
I used to dislike you but thought things could work out, now i'm afraid any love i had for you has turned to hate.
You killed our marriage the day you broke my arm, that wasn't your fault either was it.
I would so love to walk out and leave you wallowing in your self pity, but with 3 kids where would i go and you know it.
You bury your head in the sand by pouring drink down your neck, does it make you feel better no, you just drag everyone down with your moods.
Sometimes i dream of a better life then reality kicks in, i think i am turning into a nasty person, i wish you would disappear.
I am becoming dead inside, a nobody would you ever admit to creating this person - no you'd say i was mentally deranged.
One day i hope to forgive you but i can't right now.