Loving someone is not a reason to treat you shittily. You deserve answers from him.

I’m battling myself, fighting my thoughts, yet the overwhelming aching pain is taking control. Alcohol fuelled stupidness and I cannot seem to stop myself, dragging myself onto my feet as I sway around crazily, mentally yelling NO while my body aims for the bedroom with a set mind to find my phone, with tears dripping off my nose. I want to hear him say it in his own words.

Why I’m not good ...