I was single.
There, I’ve said it.
I feel like a terrible person. Like a total bitch.
He is wonderful, loving, supportive, caring- would do anything for me. Gets up at 6 in the morning and brushes the snow off my car and gets her started for me. Goes out and gets me food when I’m hungry. Even if he’d rather not, he does it.
My happiness is important to him, and he’ll do anything to make sure I’m happy.
And yet, here I am sitting in bed while he’s at work, wishing I were single. It’s not something random, but I’ve been feeling like this for a few months now. But especially more so lately. Because no matter how amazing he is, I cannot stand his jealousy.
So why am I not happy? I honestly don’t know.