Domestic Bliss

Monday- I rue the day, I bend and ache, you smile and take away the pain I felt, and once again I love you strong and hard and full and I feel grateful you are in my life. I realize everything we ever fought about is silly and we belong together.

Tuesday- My spirits are up, I move like a gazelle, full off emotions, excited about how I can please you tonight when I get home.

Wednesday- You do something dumb, like you always do, and now we argue but not like a loving long term couple, like two mortal enemies meeting on the battle field and only one of us will survive. I make sure its me by saying how small your dick is and how I can make it on my own. My heart beats fast and I hate you and think of a million ways to get away.

Thursday- We sleep in different rooms and barely speak I hardly breathe between tears about thoughts of things I should have said to hurt you as bad as I was hurt when you broke my favorite vase. My life is bleak and options seem slim and my eyes are puffy and dry.

Friday- I get off early and you have made dinner and washed the clothes… you say you’re sorry for messing up and tell me that you try your best and you just want me to be happy. We drink like fish and laugh like teenagers all is forgiven as we fuck like strangers who just met at a bar and nothing is off limits. I’m attracted to you for the first time in what seems like a long time…

Saturday-We speak in cute phrases and nicknames, we pinch each others cheeks and asses and giggle quietly about our long lasting love, we decide to enjoy the day together reminiscing and laughing about how silly we were and then you bring up in a drunken stupor about how much of a bitch I was on Wednesday for getting all mad about something so small and I feel betrayed and ignore you inconsolably for the rest of the night.

Sunday- We don’t speak, You do your chores and I work on my blog, you go to the gym and I go to the pool and we act like we are room mates who don’t know each other and refuse to acknowledge the other’s existence. I start thinking about everything you ever did wrong and hope you speak first so I can laundry list what a fuck up you are.

Monday- I rue the day, I bend and ache, you smile and take away the pain I felt, and once again I love you strong and hard and full and I feel grateful you are in my life. I realize everything we ever fought about is silly and we belong together.

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