A Piece Of Me Dies Each Day I’m In A Relationship

g48He is in his high chair and I’m angry at him for being selfish. I become very anxious with his perceived incorporeality. Rising up inside of me is a piece of my heart that is angry and impatient.

Then I catch his eyes, bright and bubbling with laughter, and that angry little piece of me dies.

Weeks pass when I’m apart and far from him. The distance prompts him to direct some of his attention elsewhere, and I am made to feel left out and ignored. Days like this, it’s terrifying to watch him go someplace I can’t follow, a sharp turnaround from those days when he was constantly available to me.

Then I remember the good times we shared, how much I really mean to him, and in ways that I can’t imagine, the feeling of betrayal dies slowly. Continue reading