I don’t want to fight, but you punish my honesty with silence and absence.
I don’t want to fight, but I hear so much in the things you’re not saying.
I don’t want to fight, but you’ve been dropping balls left and right.
I don’t want to fight, but you’re suddenly too busy for everyday things and only give me vague excuses and thinly constructed lines about why.
I don’t want to fight, but I’m drowning in the missed appointments, forgotten errands, and chores that I know are left undone.
I don’t want to fight, but I can’t bring myself to remind you one more time to breathe and smile and show up.
I don’t want to fight, but I feel like your side of the room is suddenly pitch black.
I don’t want to fight, but I can no longer pretend it’s not happening.
I don’t want to fight, but I need this to stop.
I don’t want to fight, but I know I’m going to have to use words that will crack our foundation.
I don’t want to fight, but I don’t think I have any other choice.