sorry
2002-06-14 at 6:16 p.m.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry I disgust you so much that you can't touch me for days unless I touch you first.

I'm sorry that I make you go out after work and not call, then show up at 10pm, without a sorry. And then be pissed because I am not Miss Excitement at your arrival.

I'm sorry I upset you at the mere thought of asking you to do bills.

I'm sorry I don't make you appreciate the cleaning or laundry or flowers I plant or care I take with your dogs when you aren't home after work.

I'm sorry I expect a little attention or cuddling when we are sleeping.

I'm sorry you don't realize what a fucking wonderful person I am an how lucky you are that I am in your life.

I'm sorry that I can say I love you so easily and you can't respond until you are upset by your conversation with your father or some other event in YOUR life.

I'm sorry I have some unreal expectations of what LOVE is all about.

I'm sorry I try to share my life with you and you still are in the 'only child' mode.

I'm sorry I don't close the doors when the dogs are out... so when they come in they don't run around the kitchen or office.

I'm sorry I you don't realize how I spoil you rotten without asking the same in return.

I'm sorry I want to get ready for bd and can't sit outside with you and the dogs and smoke with you so then get crabby.

I'm sorry I wish you would wash the dishes the same day (week) we eat on them. That's okay, you know I always will do them when you don't.

I'm sorry I don't jump up fast enough when you want ice cream at 10pm.

I'm sorry I just want to be loved.

I'm sorry I am me.