Misunderstanding.

I don't mean to cause issues, or make life harder for you. I'm sorry I'm like this, please forgive me. But try to understand what it's like to sit and have to take shit about you, my love, and not be able to defend you. No more. I'm not taking it. I will not sit and let anyone, much less your own damn mother, talk shit about you or tell me you're not worth it. That you're not amazing or a good man. Forget it. No fucking more. I can't do it, love. Forgive me, but I can't. You're perfect to me. Amazing. A wonderful man who would give me the world if that's what I desired. Why can't they see that? Why can't SHE see that? I know I should just ignore it, but I can't help it. They get in my face, my life, and I will no stand defenseless just for the sake of maintaining peace. Hell no. They would defend themselves if I were to throw their awful words back at them, at their own damn lives, so I will defend myself. Take my own fucking stand. Entirely. I will make them see the wonderful man that you are, if not the HELL with them. I know that I love you, and that may blind me, but there is no doubt that you are amazing. Why they refuse to see that? Hell if I know. Jealousy. Hatred. You name it, they blame it on me. Your mother, I don't know. Maybe when she looks into your eyes and at your beautiful face, she sees another, more disliked one. Hate one. A face that reminds her of a past that she made some mistakes on that eventually led to you. But you, my love, are no mistake. She doesn't see that, and instead blames you. Blames you for her past and refuses to grant you the recognition you have earned and deserve. You are no other man but your own. You're my man, my love. A great and wonderful man, please, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I love you.