Why?

I want her to take away my pain. To calm me.

I want her to listen to what I say and engage with it.

Instead, she sends me frenzied, drunken emails at 2 a.m.

She’s a raving lunatic who’s more interested in galavanting around than in me.

Why?

I want him to reassure me. To give me sage advice.

I want him to understand me and to stand by me.

Instead, he uses me as his shoulder to cry on and I’m the one comforting him.

He’s a sniveling ding-dong who dumped all his life’s trauma onto me and then belittled and dismissed me when I needed a bit of support and validation from him.

Why?

I know it could be worse but it could have been so much better too.

Anyway, I’ve finally given up. I don’t want anything from them anymore.

I’ve realized they will never change and the best I can hope for is a limited relationship.

A polite, partial relationship, with little contact.

Stone-cold. Ahh.. that sounds nice and refreshing.

That’s all I can get. Anything more would be like wanting a hug from a fish.

I don’t know why but accepting that makes me feel better for some reason.