Seriously, fuck you. I have had enough.
Imagine me coming home from training with the boys, in a very upbeat mood, and looking forward to seeing my wife with our little baby bump.
But ya…
All I find is a little note saying that she has left.
I am tired of losing Isabella.
Around every corner, there is a hole that I need to trip through…and…
I have had enough.
I once believed I knew what love is.
Isabella Jackson…
I was satisfied with a mediocre life, a mediocre relationship. You know, the same old, same old – "He cares about me, I care about him";
"I will never find anything better than this." stuff.
All that fucking bullshit.
I actually thought that I had found my 'forever after.' The person I'll eventually end up with.
