No matter what you do to me, I’m still here. For some odd reason, I stick around and put up with all your mood swings and unkind words. I just let your comments roll off me into a puddle on the floor. I make up excuses on why you didn’t call, try to think of all the answers. I keep going back for more even though sometimes you push me away. I don’t know if I can do better, but do I really want to? You’re quick to push me down when all I want is to be brought up. When I walk out for good, when I really gain the strength I need then maybe you will see. Maybe you can look back and say, “Wow that girl really did love me.
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.