I want to tell you everything. I wish I could tell you what my worries are, how I know it's all going to get bad and it's all going to change just like last time. I want to tell you what makes me cry at night, in the car, in lonely hours during the day, when you are downstairs folding laundry or watching basketball. I need your comfort but I can't get it from you without destroying your peace. One wrong sentence will lead to an even worse outcome. And even though I need to be honest and brave, I don't want to be responsible for the destruction and sadness.
I wish for things to be different, for things to be good. Why does nothing good last, or come without consequences? Why do I need to face these things? Why do I have no support? Why do I put you first?
Doesn't my fate matter too?