Make You Feel My Love

I could make you happy / Make your dreams come true / Nothing that I wouldn't do / Go to the ends of the earth for you 

That's a few lines from an Adele song.  Anytime I fight with MyLove, this song is so appropriate.  This is definitely, most definitely how I feel about him.

Although, MyLove, I am starting to resent you.  There were things I wanted during this pregnancy.  Maybe unreasonable things.  But they were my dreams.  I have yearned for your attention, your romance, and your humility.  I have given you all that I have and bent over backwards to make you feel my love.

I feel like I'm waiting for you to grow up.  And sometimes I feel as though I am waiting in vain.  Sometimes I feel that I am doing this alone.

It hurts my feelings that you aren't able to console me.  It hurts my feelings that most of the time, your ego remaining intact is more important than how I feel.

It's frustrating that I humble myself in self-talk, remind myself you are just human, just like me; remind myself that all things happen in due time, make excuses for the things you do and say that make me cry.  It's frustrating to do these things to keep the peace and still your ego is more important.

It's hard to fight your ego when all I'm usually trying to do is tell you that I'd go hungry for you, so just love me a little harder.

We made a person, a little Black girl.  And when she gets here, I want her to think you're the most wonderful man in the world.  I want her to want a husband like her Daddy.  I want her to see how wonderful her Daddy treats her Mom.  I want her to say one day that she's never seen us fight, that she's never seen us not in love.

I could hold you for a million years to make you feel my love.  And I don't mind letting you make me cry a while longer while you find the man you really are.  For no matter what, I know I am where you belong.