He loves me,
with all of his heart,
till death do us part,
for all of eternity,
as soulmates forever and throughout eternity...
and in countless lives through time.

But he's not in love with me everyday.

Some days, I know he is.

Sometimes, I think so.

Other times?

I know how much he hates me.

Resents me...

...keeps me around out of habit,

or fear of being alone.

For, or because of:
the kids,
bills,
the house,
tradition,
sad masochism...I don't fucking know.

Whatever you can think of.

I am numb, chaotic, hurt, sad...

and still in love, too.