rant and raves

For someone to walk out the door coldly, I would not know what he was feeling, what state he was in anyway. Stress, I could consider, overly stressed. To spend days, perhaps four days in a row, getting bombarded with phone calls, with problems from work, with bills, with whatever surfaces, it must be really stressful. I would not know anyhow. My plate is pretty empty at the moment. But did not he ask for it? - for these things, to come his way? I shall not be affected by it. It is his own world, not mine. We might be in a relationship but I don't take responsibility of his own world. His life is his own. What, then, are the things we share? Love? Company? No matter how true of false it is? What is it that we really share? Perhaps as simple as companionship, of just being there, even if it is standing rigid, or sitting cold. It seems to me as if this relationship of ours had been a one way relationship. That he always had been there for me, and I made no effort in return. Now should be a time to open my eyes to all of it- that he has been but good, generous, and I, in return had been cold, ungrateful. I should start taking actions to make a difference. Yes, I will....