The kids can’t know we aren’t in love. At least not until they’re grown and gone and doesn’t really matter any more. We’ll build a series of safe words. A word for when you are going to start screaming and won’t stop until your complete, brutal thoughts are exposed. A word for I’ll start crying in public because I’ve realized yet again that I’m going to waste too many years of my life on you. Words for both of us when we’re slipping out to have one of our affairs and not running errands like we overtly said. Safe words for both of us for those brief but powerful moments when murder seems like the best way out. The only way out. Almost the only sane thing left to do because we trapped ourselves in this Hell and it isn’t worth it and we don’t have the power to fight about it for even a second more, so this is the way we fix the whole thing. We’ll hear these words and we’ll cover for each other and we’ll make it through these years somehow.
man your picture/text combos are brutal