There was absolutely nothing else I could have done that I didn’t do to save “us”, but still feel like a failure. I wish could just forget it all and not care for a few days. The worst thing about all your lies to is knowing you didn’t think I was worth the truth. H.D.
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I just feel pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. H.M.
Numbing the pain
for a while
will make it worse
when you finally feel it.
You were the latest in a long line of “wrong people” I got involved with. I finally understand my problem. The consistent thread between all the abusive relationships I’ve been in is me! Realizing my ability to pick a good partner is messed up is the first step in fixing that. L.S.
Be the flame,
not the moth.
Maybe you got tired of me after years of marriage. Maybe it was the weight I gained after having the girls. Maybe it was our conflicting work schedules. Maybe we drifted apart over time without realizing it. Or maybe you’re a cheating liar I never should have trusted. R.S.
Loving you is the scariest
thing I have ever feared.
For a long time I thought if I loved you with all my heart, you’d love me back. I felt certain if I showed you how deeply I cared about you every way I could, you would care for me as I did you. I gave you absolutely everything and still it was not enough to make you love me. N.V.
Love has become my sorrow
For you are no longer here.
I cling to your affection
Pulsing with the rhythm
Of your heart;
Gasping at the moment
I lose the steady beat.
Love has become my enemy
For you are no longer mine.
From “Abusing the Consequences” by Kay Salady
Why did you stop loving me? That’s the question with an elusive answer; the enigma lodged in my heart. Was I not good enough? Handsome enough? Kind enough? Fun enough? Rich enough? Caring enough? Smart enough? That haunting mystery is driving me crazy. D.S.
has his secret sorrows
which the world knows not;
and often times
we call a man cold
when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I could’ve been happy with you the rest of my life. Like something of little value you tossed me aside. And for HER! She brags about how many guys she’s had and can get anyone she wants. Wait and see. You’re nothing but her latest fling; another notch on her bedpost. T.B.
Every time I miss you,
A star falls.
So if you ever look up at the sky
And the stars are gone
I miss you too much!
Adapted from a thought written
by an author unknown
In the end I was not good enough for you. You used to say it wasn’t true, but in the end you believed it. You grew up rich. I grew up poor. You have a career. I have a job. You’re from the city. I’m a farm boy. You said what your family thought did not matter. But it did; didn’t it? R.B.
I’m sorry for not being good as you
I’m sorry for only being me
I’m sorry for not being good enough, its true
I’m sorry for letting you see
I’m sorry for letting you down
I’m sorry for not making you smile
I’m sorry for every reason to smile, I give three to frown
I’m sorry for not making it worthwhile
I’m sorry for not making this work out
I’m sorry for having this end
I’m sorry for filling you with doubt
I’m sorry you had to pretend
I’m sorry not being better than I possibly can
I’m sorry for not taking you off of my shelf
I’m sorry for not being a good enough man
I’m sorry for being myself