I’m not worth it.
He’d rather stay comfortable, than be what I need him to be for me.
I will only ever be an ‘extra’ to him.
I will always come at least second… sometimes not even that.
I’m important to him but not that important.
I don’t think I deserve any better.
Why would he change things, if he gets to have all of it the way things are?
It’s me that is the one sacrificing… yet again.
I never learn.