He raises his voice at me and I turn the radio up, blocking out the immaturity. The casual dating stuff may just be the ruin of me. He’s on the couch now, sleeping, and I’m just glad to be alone. The balance of my world has been thrown off its axis. My mind often wanders, and I feel like I’m biding my time until the next thing comes along. He only thinks about himself…next to me.
The other one mystifies me, does something to my soul but makes me wonder if I’m ready. I have to think about myself, and my kids and who I am. He forces me to introspection and I am no longer a good time girl. I feel like I’m biding my time until he comes along. He only thinks about himself…never me.