Whenever I watch him saying goodbye to his family, I feel like I’m stealing him; like demanding him to choose between me and his family. He took me to his family house today, but he could only stay for a few hours just because I couldn’t stay. He left his family only to bring me back to mine.
And what did I do yesterday? I yelled at him just because he used my laptop for Facebook-ing.
What the hell, Putdar?
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I pretty much always get mad at my family and my husband when I'm sad about leaving them. Misdirected anger is weird and normal at the same time 🙂
29 January 2012 at 8:42 PM