Untitled in Perfectly Imperfect Me

Sometimes I feel such resentment towards you… I don’t want to, but I can’t help these terrible feelings that keep creeping up. I’ve let so much go and forgiven so much… but have I really? Do I really matter that much to you? Sometimes it feels like I don’t… like I’m so far down the importance scale that I’m irrelevant. But at the same time I know that you love me. I just don’t know if it’s enough… And I will never understand how you can tell me you love me and yet not want to be with me. Never.