LoveGrams
No matter what I think, or say, or plan to do, it's always wrong. There's no pleasing you. I could document every time you disagree, make me feel dumb and foolish relentlessly. But it'd be easier to say everything, because that would cover anything. Every choice is another incoming fight. Even when I'm lucky and I'm right, somehow, for you, I did the right thing wrong. It doesn't matter when you leave it up to me. I'm an idiot who never gets you completely. The truth is, you believe I'm never good enough. Say what you want, but the evidence backs me up. It's demeaning to hear you call me fragile. Anything can shatter under enough pressure. If it's not how wrong I love, it's you claiming I don't communicate directly, or that I fail to anticipate your needs correctly. But tell me if I'm wrong. Whose preferences flip like light switches? How long I've known you doesn't matter when, despite your claims, everyt...