C O N T R O L
What difference does it make, the closet that I use?
Yesterday it was nothing, today you blow a fuse.
Why ever does it matter where I go to shop?
You did not bat an eye last week, today you’re going to pop.
You’re angry when I’m happy, you’re happy when I’m not.
It’s impossible to please you, I can’t connect the dots.
You play with words and truth, and then call me a liar.
My nerves are stretched to breaking from walking this high wire.
You seem to love to argue, you always want to fight.
I try so to avoid this, I try to keep things light.
But even in a perfect world you will find something wrong,
you’re happiest a critic and do it all day long.
Who it is I’m talking to when chatting on the phone,
demanding every whereabout; I’m never left alone.
It really doesn’t matter though, what I say or do
because it’s not about me; it is always, ever you.
~ Survivor Squared
Survivor Squared
My husband sees in black and white... My life is shades of gray. 
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