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Why do I still choose to stay on here? Surely, it cannot be the love that I have for him, Right before my very eyes he is always changing it is as though I know not hardly. I am getting so sick and tired of him throwing up in my face the fact that he is the one that goes to work each and every day! While I sit here at home on my butt doing not a job but merely work. Over and over I have tirelessly explained but it is his view of what I do that will hardly change, I try my best in blocking out his hurtful comments but at times I ask myself: "Is it really working?" He saids these things in such a funny way but in between the lines rings the truth in what he say, Why must he always do this to me? Why do I allow him in doing this to me?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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