i hate you

Yeah, you read that right.

You know exactly who I’m talking about. 

If you’re reading this and you think I’m referring to someone else, you’re wrong—this is about you. 

It’s about us.

This morning, I posted something hopeful, something I wanted to believe—that no matter what happened in the last few months, my love for you would remain unchanged. 

But now, I realize love alone isn’t enough when hearts grow distant and words become weapons.

I’m only human, just like you. 

I have a heart that beats with hope, a soul that longs for connection, and feelings that can be bruised by the harshest truths.

It’s not just you who can feel hurt when cold words land sharp and heavy right where it matters most.

I look at you and wonder, who are you now? 

The man I married seems to be slipping away, replaced by someone I don’t recognize anymore. 

The warmth that once filled your eyes now feels like a distant flicker, a fading echo of what used to be.

Do you still hold our promises sacred? 

The vows we whispered on that day, promising to stand by each other no matter what? 

Or have those words become nothing more than shadows, fading in the corners of your mind?

Do you still see me as your wife, your partner, the one who dreamed with you and fought for us? 

Or am I just a name on a paper, a role you feel obligated to play but no longer truly believe in?

Marriage, much like friendship, is a dance.

It takes two willing souls moving in harmony—two hearts listening, two hands reaching, and two spirits committed to growing together. 

It is a delicate balance, a shared rhythm that neither can create alone.

But now, I find myself dancing this dance alone, stepping carefully on a floor that feels cold and unfamiliar. 

I reach for you, but your hands are nowhere to be found. 

I speak to you, but my words fall like whispers into a vast, empty room.

Is our marriage still here, or has it become a façade? 

A mask worn for the world to see, a status bound to a license and a name? 

I fear that what once was love is now just routine, a hollow shell of what we dreamed it would be.

And yet, even in this silence and this distance, a part of me still hopes. 

I hope that somewhere inside, you remember why we started this journey together. 

I hope that beneath the walls and the coldness, there is still a spark that can be reignited.

Because I am not ready to give up—not yet. 

I want to believe that we can find our way back, that the promises we made were not in vain. 

But I can’t do it alone.

If you still care, if you still love me, then show me. 

Speak to me. 

Dance with me.

Because right now, I’m standing here, waiting for you to come back to me.