I can’t believe that you are still trying to impress me. After fifteen years of living together, you are still doing it.
I am not at all impressed by the fact that you are trying to impress me. It’s not funny anymore. It’s sad. Stop telling me how wonderful you are, it only makes you look awful. Don’t tell me how much your boss and your friends admire you. This does nothing for me. I don’t get it. Do you think this will make me love you more?
You are so proud of yourself. This is all I hear coming out of your mouth. How much progress you have made, how much money you make and how many compliments you’ve received today. It makes me feel sick. It doesn’t make me want to hug you.
Show me your vulnerability instead. Allow yourself to be weak and flawed in my presence. This will impress me, because it’s reality. The truth is what impresses me, don’t you see?
I know you want to be loved, but you’re doing it wrong. You’ve been doing it all wrong since the beginning. Vanity is not what will make me want to remain friends with you. Not even your smiles. I want to see you cry. I want to see you recognize and regret every single word you have ever said to manipulate me. Your words don’t impress me, they disgust me. Be real, be defective like a normal person. Show me the insecure side of you and I will take you in my arms to protect you.
As long as you play strong, as long as you act great and speak in vain, I will not want to be near you. I wish you would understand this. I wish you could realize this on your own. Because if I tell you, I know what you will do. You will pretend to be vulnerable just to impress me again. It won’t be real and it won’t work. It has to come from you.
When will you stop trying to impress me? I can’t take it anymore. When I see you coming, I want to run and hide. I know what you will say. You are so predictable. I know how marvelous you are already. I know, I married you! But each time you tell me how perfect you are, it’s like you are telling me how much of a loser you think I am, because I am the opposite of you.
I know, I should love a person as flawless as you. I should, really. But there must be something wrong with me because I hate you.