With All Due Respect

How can I be expected to sort out your life when I can hardly understand my own?

I understand. You need some comfort. I have always been willing to listen. I have even been willing to let you put your problems into my metaphorical "to do" pile. However, there comes a point when there is nothing left for me to do or say. My willingness dies very quickly once the third month has passed. Or the fourth. Or the fifth. You are at the point where you no longer need my shoulder every second of every day.

You sigh a long, loud sigh every time I mention anything she liked or anything you did with her. You sigh nosily whenever you catch a glimpse of her. You sigh heavily whenever you see a spot where she once had sat. Everyday all I hear is one long sigh. I do not think this is about her anymore. It is about me. It is about your need for my attention. And my attention is wearing thin.

I have said all I can to you. I have given you advise when you needed it and agreed with your every word when I could feel you wanted me to. Promises have been made, messages have been passed, and time has been spent. I have learned to read you better than anyone can. What I have found once I was able to read you I knew all along. You want this to go on. You want to keep being carried by me.

I have my own problems, you know. I cower to my own fears and fret over my own worries. I struggle through my own hardships and deal with my own love. There are much bigger things to deal with than one short high school fling. I am more than your blanket to cower under and hide from the world. I am a human with my own mind to sort out and unravel.

Starting today, I can do nothing more for you.