I can’t stop!
Do I want to stop?
I do, I definitely do, I hate driving myself craZy!
Do I get bored of the lack of drama?
Am I causing it?
No. It’s definitely not my fault.
But I am perpetuating the state of affairs (ugh yes affairs..)
I have no solid proof. I get confused as to what I would need to have? Do I need a recording of them in the throws of passion (bleh makes me sick to think) or is my knowing that for the umpteenth time he is acting like he is cheating (admittedly as well) and him acknowledging my proof of inappropriate communication with another female (though since been disappeared from existence) enough?
I’m just belittled and ridiculed that I am craZy and making something out of nothing like always.
Okay I’ve been here I’m used to it.
This time though I’m remembering all those other times.
Since I’m always getting my worries shot down I’ve not stepped back to look at the enormity of it all.
Or is he right and it is all in my head?
So many times he’s said that – he even had me committed when I’d gotten some solid evidence, well that I believed was solid, am I craZy?
This is guaranteed to get me precariously close.
Why don’t I just leave?
I would be asking the same thing of me if I were you.
Realizing that cheating and gas-lighting are both forms of mental abuse it would make a helluva lota sense no doubt.
Then there is my hesitation.
More I’m completely stubbornly determined to prove him right!
He hasn’t cheated, it is all me playing tricks on myself.
Reading what I thought was written plainly in the text messages the flirtations, the plans.
It’s the easier to stomach and live with, I think.
He’s never going to admit it anyway or allow himself a big enough misstep to get caught as he is so very seasoned at the game now.
And see right there I’m Debbie Down-ering and I don’t have any attestations at this point!
I walk the line of sanity very warily.
I think I can put it in the past and move forward, I’m trying, I am.
And then that sinking overwhelming realization that this is just the beginning of this run.
If I could just decide to know what I know because I know maybe I could move forward from there.
We are so good together.
Lots of love.
I know, I know then why does he cheat?
I tried to blame myself but I do plenty to keep him satisfied and staying just here.
I want to just be wrong but I also can’t seem to forget what I know I know.
There has been positive confirmation.
Cell phones dropped in soda to contain the truth once revealed.
Now I think I’ll do it right.
I’m not smart enough to walk away but have my wits too much about me to believe the untrue.
That gut-wrenching sinking overtaking my ever waiting.
Another obvious fiction told to hopeful belief, relief, self-foolery rose-colored glasses.
Now all seems legit, on the up and up, square.
Reassurances that it was all in my head.
Never letting it be forgotten how sure I was, but look no way no how, now.
Lulling me into the comfort of feeling loved, desired, my senses dulled with pheromones.
Falling back into the trap of forgetting.
Easier to pretend nothing ever happened.
It was all in my head, see how good it is if I just let things be.
Yet round the corner, just beyond the month’s end, there’s another one waiting.
Same poor sad soul or new fresh meat, no matter to me.
Suddenly I’m pushing him away, no idea how and impossible to stop once he’s began to pull free.
I’ve done it again, I’m the reason for an always impending end.
Paranoia, craZy me.
Lost hope only grows while waiting, always waiting.
It’s gotten to the point where I want to just enjoy the moments and to hell with the deceit.
Except I still have feelings, pride, hurt, envy that I don’t want to endure anymore.
I’d like to tell you, and nearly have, that I am unsure.
That it’s all in my head.
I’ve nearly convinced myself I’m creating it all again.
I’m not but I’d sure like to really be craZy.