Walden
I hate you. I hate this. Just because you know I love you and I'm not going to go and sleep with anyone else any more you torment me. You're the fucking bitch. It makes me wish we were still doing the stupid break-up-make-up thing. Now I just have to sit here and wait till you deign to fuck me, knowing that there'd be plenty of people who would jump at the chance but I don't fucking love them and I didn't fucking marry them. Married life is great, isn't it? You're such a fucking- I can never hurt you as much as you hurt me, not now and not ever. I hate myself for loving you. You're an asshole. I'm lonely and I spend every day just waiting for you to come home because you didn't like me working. Even now Louisa is home, she hardly spends any time with me. It's just me, sitting here, crossing my legs and wishing I was someone else. It's not my bitchiness gets me here. It's being the sort of idiot who falls in love with you. You fuck.