He isn't treating me the way I deserve to be treated. I wish he would.
I understand that he gets tired too, that things are hard for him too, that things are shitty and crappy and everything in between. But he's not communicating correctly. I wish he would.
I am suffering. But suffering for what? All this time, I have been suffering for him. For us. But now, he's hardly giving me anything to suffer for. I wish he would.
He's living in oblivion, irresponsibility, and exhaustion. I wish he wouldn't.
I wish things would change. Why aren't they changing?