She's sick of this. Sick of this. Sick of knowing what it must be like to be one of them. A wife so bored and lonely and complacent. So content with being all of that.

I'm no longer happy with who i am or where i am. I'm sick of waiting and being alone and letting you be my entire life. I'm sick of trying to hint this to you. Here it is: You work too much. It takes priority over everything. no matter what you say.

I am not your wife. You don't have to act like my husband. Go ahead, throw me away for a couple extra bucks that we both know you don't need. I'm not tied to you anymore. I won't be yours. I won't wait around.

We don't live movie lives. You'll never come down the stairs with a rose and a suit and sweet words to win me over. You'll never master big gestures and you'll never know what i need as proof for you.

I've said it before and i'll say it a thousand times: "there's a lot to be said about love and hope."

Well i've been loving and i've been hoping. I've been waiting for wedding rings and pretty songs and painted pictures and a new sort of intimacy. But we can't afford to give those thigns away. Don't even have the time.