I am the Sylvia Plath of motherhood.

I am supposed to be put together, humble, and always on the go. But I really just prefer to sit and zone out on something, whether it be this lap top or even the TV. I love a clean house and homemade food. Yet the desire to achieve that on an everyday basis is really low. I'm okay about three times a week of doing that, after that I'm done. And I really mean I am DONE. If anything at least I'm consistent on being worthless.

We had the world we knew we would.

Remember when we would plan our future. Our dreams, our jobs, our children. We dreamed of the north west. Together we just dreamed. We had a whole world mapped out. It felt as if nothing would stop us. Nothing would change our feelings. There was only love. Love and each other. Nothing would change.

It's been six years. Six years and two babies.

and you hate me. And I hate us.

And tomorrow nothing will change. I will be your wife, your keeper.