I hate....

I hate the way you deceived me by acting like someone you weren’t. I hate that you changed. I hate the way you treat me. I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the way I treat you because of the pain I feel. I hate that I dread coming home. I hate that I dread that you’ll be there. I hate that I feel like I can’t talk to you. I hate that you don’t talk to me. I hate that you lie. I hate that you do things behind my back. I hate that you try to cover your ass by getting mad at me. I hate that you get pissed off anytime I want to express my feelings. I hate that you make me feel like I can’t cry. I hate that you brush me aside when it comes to working things out. I hate that you avoid me. I hate that you don’t touch me. I hate that you don’t express your feelings the way you used to. I hate that I feel obligated to please you all the time. I hate that my life has become all about you. I hate that you still have a life without me. I hate that I’m jealous of you. I hate that you won’t be intimate unless I’m wearing the right outfit. I hate that I feel like you don’t love me for me. I hate that I feel like I’m never going to be good enough. I hate that you feel like your life would be better if I weren’t here. I hate that you feel spiteful towards me. I hate that you wish you never met me. I hate that you wish you were alone. I hate that we can’t be happy. I hate that I’m unhappy. I hate that I have changed to suit you. But most of all I hate that I still care.