Scribbles on a Napkin

When Love Turns to Hate

A person can only take so much before they break.

When gentle words of love and kindness turn to threats and hate through gritted teeth, you learn to be wary.

When tight squeezes and holding hands becomes fists on chests and slamming into walls, you learn to shrink away from a fight.

When the gestures of everything she used to do, everything that you loved, turn to everyday things that you loathe to return to, then you learn to hate life.

What happened to you? You were supposed to be my best friend, a companion for life. You were supposed to teach me about the world, and I was supposed to teach you about the same world in such a different manner as to make you think twice. You were going to take care of me - you knew that, before starting this relationship that you and I had - and in return, I'd give you all the joy and love that I could muster in my body.

Where did we jump the tracks? When did your words that used to motivate turn to things that do nothing but hurt? To things that make me feel like a no good loser? You were going to be the number one member of my fan club, and now, you look at me with such loathing that I've learned to hate myself.

We had a relationship at one point, you and I. 

Maybe you shouldn't have ever had kids mom, and you wouldn't have had the problem known simply as your son.