A change has come

Something has changed, we’re still together but I’ve detached more and more lately. 

I’m writing this on a rainy Saturday, the house is a mess and so are the streets. There are leaves everywhere and it won’t stop raining. 

Signs? I believe in them - so maybe. The fact that I don’t feel at home in my own home, says a lot. The one place where I should feel able to breathe, be creative and happy - isn’t that anymore. 

Whenever we speak, I get annoyed - you want too much, my priorities aren’t on the right things and most of all; I need to show what I’ve done on a rainy Saturday where you’ve had to work all day. 

A change has come and I’m afraid of the consequences.

Just me, a cup of coffee, and a thought I can’t shake.

What’s yours?